This is part of a poem I wrote when I was 15, I've forgotten a bit of it in the middle, but never mind! If I were to die, would anyone care, Miss me and say 'I wish she was there. It was empty without her, yet full of grief'. But they've all forgotten, turned over a leaf. Now there's no one to mourn me, no one to say 'I wish she were here to brighten my day'. So now I'm condemned to a lifetime of doom, Left here all alone, enclosed in my room.