Should I have friends? Should I have a fucked up family? Should I even be here? Should I even been born? Should I even be breathing? Should I of ever existed?
These are questions I ask myself daily, in hopes I would one day have a proper answer. I have yet to found one..and that scares me. I have no idea why I was born, why I have friends, why I even exist. In truth I don't really think I would want to know in fear that the answer would be..
Nothing
That I'm here for nothing, for no one. That in truth no one would truly care if I would die. If I'm here for nothing, what would be the point for me to keep living.
Sure
Some people would say, "for your family and friends".
My family wishes I wasn't here, that they would of given m up for adoption so they wouldn't of had to deal with my shit. My friends sure they would be sad for a day or so, after that they would just forget all about me.
So why shouldn't I just end myself? Why should I just keep living? Frankly, I have no idea.
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Life.
PoetryJust some shit that I need to get out of my head. Some might be triggering.
