Me,
Insignificant.
Every word spoken.
Every opinion.
Every feeling.
My very existance.
All of it is insignificant.
Me,
Worthless.
I am purpose less.
No meaning to my life.
No point in me living.
When no one truly cares what's the point?
What's the meaning?
When all we are is dust in the universe what am I to do?
What will make my life worth while.
There isn't one.
Because I'm worthless.
Unloved and undeserving.
