That moment when I’m sitting around…
Doing nothing. Because no one ever wants to do anything with me.
There are others. Better people than me.
And it’s in that moment when the realization hits.
No one would care…
If I didn’t wake up tomorrow.
No one would care…
If my next breath was my last.
They might be sad in the moment. Attend my funeral perhaps.
But their lives would continue on afterwards exactly the same as it did before.
Because I’m not making a difference.
I’m not doing anything important.
I’m not changing anyone’s life. And as much as I want to, I never will.
The world might be better without me in fact.
Because then no one would have to feel guilty for not responding. Not paying attention. “Forgetting.”
No one would care…
