articulates

i wonder

sometimes i wonder

what's the purpose of me being on this earth.

i'm not crazy, i'm not depressed, i'm not suicidal.

i just want to know.

all these perfect grades, perfect bodies, and perfect families.

what the fuck is the purpose.

we are all going to die.

we aren't all that special snowflake we were made out to be.

we won't leave a fucking legacy.

friends come and go, they fucking suck, when they don't have your fucking back.

why? why? why? why am i left with the ones that need love

why am i left to do the fixing?

why am i left to pick up the broken pieces?