Proof of Life

You sit in the middle of a park bench, staring straight out at the still water of the lake, at the end of the road you call life....wondering about the things you've done, things you've gone through...the times you laughed...the times you cried...A collage of pictures and sounds and voices flow past you in ur mind...a collection of experiences...what will you have to show for all of this when you die...? nothing....there wont be a trace of you left...except the memories you have given other ppl...the times you have made other peoples days much more brighter than it was meant to be...and for that one special person you always tried to cheer up, that person who you always went out of your way to show that you care...to that person you may mean everything...or you may mean nothing...is she too blind to see that you were the one by her side all along....never flinching...staring fear in the eye just so that you can be fearless for her..you sacrificed so much...does she even know...no she doesnt..its not for her to know...you dont do it to showher how much you sacrifice....you do it for yourself...to prove to yourself...that someone...is worth all this pain...to prove to yourself...You care THIS MUCH...