Miss Me

Derek

I know that it's bound to happen
That when the news is eventually brought to their attention
They'll take a second glance at who they WERE, who they COULD have been
It'll be an awakening moment of what they SHOULD have done
But they never would

Not without what had already happened
It's just the fact of life that we all have to live with
Regret

Or is it?
Why isn't empathy more empathized? 
Isn't school supposed to teach?
There's no reason to learn a trait when so many are dying
Not even dying in flesh and blood terms but really dying inside, where it still counts

I see so many sad people and I connect so deeply that I become broken myself
The skin covering my body spiderwebs and cracks
Pieces fall apart, to form upon their wounds

So many fixed
But yet so many left

I wonder, I wonder
What they must think
In their last moments

Miss me