If I was dead and gone

would you even care,

at my funeral

would you be there?

But on my last day

The empty spot I'll fill,

I'll still be smiling

but I'm actually quite ill.

I still laugh. but behind that smile

when I'm at home I hide the fears

that destroy me

and cause never flowing tears.

Your reading this

yet you say nothing,

I say I want to die

but you think I'm just bluffing.

You watch your entertainment

You don't care I'm broken

wow I guess you don't care

And now you don't even listen to my words spoken

soon I'll finally be on my death bed

That's right by myself I'll be dead

And it's all your fault

For not looking at the poems I spread

Poets 

We are real

Our minds are open

We must always  stay strong 

Through paper. Emotions extend

Poets, are we poets 

We are our poetry 

We are prose