• Gone, everything is gone.
    All that I worked for, erased.
    Everyone never saw me.
    I was invisible, alone.

    People look right through me.
    I wonder if anyone would notice if i was gone.
    No one would go to my funeral.
    No one would send me flowers.
    I wonder if I would go to Heaven for being invisible.
    Or HELL for not being someone.

    I would probably be called a name wherever I go.
    That name would be mine forever.
    Everyone has a soul name.
    Mine is Alone.