Have I ever really made a difference? Has my life in some way improved others, or has it destroyed others? I am a burden, this much I know. I am not capable of doing everyday things on my own nor am I able to help anyone. Sure I get good grades, but what does that even matter? In the scheme of things my life is one of many and will end up effecting very few around me. If I were to dissappear today, I would be remembered for a couple of years, maybe some would even mourn, but my one life amongst the many of this world means nothing. I am a small blip on the radar if I show up at all. My life is small and insignificant so my question is this; Why bother? Why do I make myself think I can be something more when in reality I am small and could easily be replaced. I write this and think of the lives of the people I do effect. Do you really care or am I a small blip to you too? Do I matter? If I do, why haven't you noticed the pain I am in? Why have you yet to see that I am in need of a hand to pull me up? Why are you the reason I've begun to thing of myself like this? I am a grain of sand on an entire beach. When the tide takes me out to sea, I will not be missed. I am one of very many and will easily be replaced.
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PoetryA group of short stories/ writings to express my feelings towards things in my life.