If I truly die...

  
 These are dark times.
 If I cannot weather this blow and truly die, then
 will you remember how you mistreated me day after day,
 how you refuse to return the money you owe me,
 how you snatched the food from my mouth with such ease,
 how you misunderstood me all these years for no reason,
 how you throw contemptuous smiles my way whenever you see me,
 how you marked everything I did with your indifference,
 how you held me in suspicion with every glance,
 how you cursed and rebuked me on a whim,
 how you drowned me in unearned, bitter shame,
 how you faithfully opposed everything I stood for,
 how you deliberately nurtured me on envy, cruelty, and malice,
 how you kept me in pity and condescension, fed only by your ego,
 how you found satisfaction in thinking me foolish and worthless,
 and never really cared for me as a human being—
 ...thinking of all this, won't your heart break a little that day? Won't you weep?
 Won't you want to ask my forgiveness...even if only in secret?
  
 Whenever I came to mind, you thought: let that man die,
 and this baseless comfort sustained you all these endless days—
 won't that very comfort plunge you into deep unease...even then?
  
 If someday, even by mistake, you visit my profile
 and see those unseen, unreplied messages in my inbox, or
 those messages where you hurled hatred and cruelty,
 piercing me day after day—
 ...even if those don't bring tears,
 even if seeing "Remembering" written beside my name doesn't make you cry,
 won't you stand before your own tribunal and be,
 at least for a moment, stunned, still, bewildered, helpless?
  
 Think as a human being:
 what use is saying sorry to the dead?
 Who will receive the flowers you place on my grave?
 What good will it do to write two lines thinking of me?
 What will come of crying to friends about me?
 When your conscience someday hurls questions at you,
 will you still be able to hide behind that weightless mask?
  
 You have so much. Beauty, talent, power, money, education...
 everything needed for happiness, you possess.
 Only the human within you is slowly dying...
 I beg you, before it's too late,
 become human once and save that human! There's still time.