Poetry to shape the eye

feel so alone

This is no longer poetry
more of a person,losing their last bit of hope, writing at random
expressing myself? kind of
The desire to vent and be heard is strong
...
mankind totals to more than billions
the fact alone depresses a person
belittles one's existence
.
The bright ambition of being someone in this world is mine like it is my brothers and sisters
Perhaps the selfish desire of being know
isn't mine alone
,
The branch is unappealing
I want to be the trunk
Roots rot
The trunk will break but will be repurposed
I don't want to break

weak human
thats what I am
Impulsive
easily addicted

"..."

If a tree falls in a forest and there's no one around to hear it
does it make a sound?
"..."
would I ?