Underground Poem by Ellen frawley

No one will miss me,
If I was gone,
No one would notice,
So what is the point of keeping on.

Too quick are people to hurt you,
They take what they can,
To use you,
They then cast you away.

I’m all cried out,
Gone are my tears,
I’m empty now,
Gone is all feeling now.

I give away my few prized possessions,
Make my room,
Look like I feel inside,
Deep inside.

I won’t need anything,
Where I plan to go,
I won’t feel any more,
Deep in the ground is where I long to go.