I'm trying so hard to be remembered
When I die, will anyone think of me? Of what I have done?
The internet preserves things
When I die, these words will be me
I'll be nothing but another page on the web and a box in the ground
The internet has always been here for me
I found it all way too young
And I felt loved and appreciated
But now that I know I am nothing but a username
I haven't got expectations I can reach
My goals are too high, I would fall
This place online can be helpful and it helped me
but now I'm afraid it might be killing me
Not literally, I don't think
But I also know there's too much to live up to
Now that I've seen what I should do,
That's all I can think about, and if I don't who am I?
Will anyone remember me? At all?
I will be... the numbers in a code
An address in a search bar
I will only have the name I was given when I first logged in
I will no longer be me, but I will be my thoughts
The ones keeping me alive... will be you.
But when you all get bored, I will get deleted
No one will think twice or hesitate
I will be gone, my memories, experiences, thoughts, feelings, everything, gone. just like that
With the click of a button, I will be deleted
No longer a person,
I will be only a memory