But None Remember
**Special thanks to Staring into Abyss for helping and providing a title**
Once upon a depressed time,
I chose to write you a single line
You were new, I wanted to be nice.
I kinda liked you, to be precise.
You passed it to a few friends,
And I thought that would be the end
I walked to my locker at the end of the day
When I noticed some perverted guys in the way.
I shooed them away, and they left in haste
And I thought of how this day went to waste.
I packed my bag and went on home
Then in the cold rain went out to roam.
While I was out I made a choice
And ignored that nagging little voice.
I was done of dealing with crap like this
Plus I was someone no one would miss.
Perhaps you’d blame yourself I thought.
So in this note I lovingly handwrought
I addressed the fact that I went through this every day
Though no one’s thoughts came my way.
It’s not like I was noticed, all I got were looks of disgust.
So that cold quiet worrisome night in August.
I walked to a dark bridge.
And released all my wreckage.
They found my body the next week
And havok, they said, was all I could wreak.
Well now my dear friends
It’s all come to an end
And I don’t regret a single second.
Who was I? was all people questioned.
Once upon a depressed time,
I chose to write you a single line
You were new, I wanted to be nice.
I kinda liked you, to be precise.
You passed it to a few friends,
And I thought that would be the end
I walked to my locker at the end of the day
When I noticed some perverted guys in the way.
I shooed them away, and they left in haste
And I thought of how this day went to waste.
I packed my bag and went on home
Then in the cold rain went out to roam.
While I was out I made a choice
And ignored that nagging little voice.
I was done of dealing with crap like this
Plus I was someone no one would miss.
Perhaps you’d blame yourself I thought.
So in this note I lovingly handwrought
I addressed the fact that I went through this every day
Though no one’s thoughts came my way.
It’s not like I was noticed, all I got were looks of disgust.
So that cold quiet worrisome night in August.
I walked to a dark bridge.
And released all my wreckage.
They found my body the next week
And havok, they said, was all I could wreak.
Well now my dear friends
It’s all come to an end
And I don’t regret a single second.
Who was I? was all people questioned.