No one

Sometimes I imagine what it would be like if I weren't.

I imagine something beautiful and serine.

I imagine finally feeling happiness and peace.

But then I think of all the people.

And I know that even the ones that have only heard my name

through whispers in a crowded hall

would use it as a way for attention and pity.

I wouldn't want to bring that satisfaction upon anyone.

So if I were to die, I would go to a place where

no one would know me.

Where I would be nothing more than an unknown.

No one to claim me.

No one would notice.

And in that way no one would ever be able

to use my death to their advantage.

I would be nothing more than a

simple passerby in their

pathetic lives.

Leaving no more than 

footsteps

that would be washed away with

nothing more than a flowing

gust of wind.

And that is all I will be to

anyone.