What's the point of eating
When no one cares to help?
What's the point of speaking
When no one cares to listen?
What's the point of existing
When no one ever sees you?
What's the point of crying
When no one dries your tears?
What's the point of me
When all I do is screw up?
What can I do to change it
When no one even knows I'm here?
The whole point is
That's it
I'm born, I live, I die
That's my life
That's life in general
You're born, some better than others
But we're supposed to be equal
So what happened?
We're supposed to exist and live
Happily
Is that really so much to ask
For being noticed?
If I stopped speaking,
Who would notice?
And of those who noticed
Who would care?
I am meaningless.
Invisible
Unloved
Dead.
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Errant Thoughts and Stuff I Write
De TodoEach chapter is something I write on a whim. Some are short stories, one shot fanfics, poems, theories, and anything I feel like writing. Enjoy!
