i am a number?

what do you do when no one wants you any more
and you are nothing but a number written on a wall
would you hold that knife up high
and look deeply into the sky
and ask the question why!?
why am i left here alone
in this empty space i call my room
why does no one ever call me on my cell?
why am i not even a gossip on your tounges?
not even a thought in your heads
am i not but a number written on that wall?
WHAT if i die and fade away
or go back home to my old room
will you still rememeber that i was that number on the wall?
what if my number is erased from the wall
will i be anything any more?

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