You don't see me. You don't hear me. You don't think of me. You don't need me. I have no use. I have become useless. I'm needlessly here. I can't go away. I'm silently scream but you don't see me. Or hear me. Because you don't look at me. You don't understand why I'm dying? Because you don't even know why I'm living. I don't either. I don't blame you. I don't see me. I don't hear me. I look at myself in the mirror. I see nothing. I see uselessness. I see a empty body worth nothing. Why should I expect you to help me? I wouldn't want to help myself. God, why do I even try? I am trying and it's doing nothing. I drowning in my loniness. No one notices me. I'm useless so I must be invisible. Can you not see me convulsing with sobs as I cry sliently? Please help me. Please. I need help. I don't even have room to receive help. I'm so full of emptiness that I can't breathe. I'm being swallowed by the myself. Why do I even try? Everyone else is happy with who they have, what they have. They don't appreciate the wonderfulness of being full of love and hope and freedom and opportunity and others. I'm full of nothing. I'm just a void. Just something taking up space. Wish I was worth something to someone. Wish I could be someone to someone. I wish for forever. But my wishes don't come true. I learned that when my family broke. I learned that when I didn't matter to my broken family. I learned that I didn't matter to anyone. I still won't matter. I will still be useless. Useless to everyone. Forgotten. Abandoned. Broken. Brain-dead to the world. I have become. What ever you choose to make me into.
