No body really cares.
They ask why you are quiet and they ask why you aren't eating. They ask what's on your mi d and they ask "what can I do?"
But any answer given is brushed off. Disreguarded. Not important. Never important.
I'm so unimportant. I'm such a waste of space. Not even regarded enough to be a burden. I'm just there. A stupid thing that exists in the way of others. A stupid center piece no one asked for. A gaudy set of flowers clashing with the decor.
Throw me away. Pretend I never existed.
Thinking of the words people would use to describe me at my Wake
"Cheerful, funny, big hearted"
The liars. They tell them selves inflated positives about my character when not a single one knows me.
They dont ask
"Why are you so sad? Why are your eyes so empty? Who made you feel so unloved."
I cant answer those questions anyway.
This sadness exists so deep in my soul there is no rationale. There is no why. There is just an empty yearning sadness for something I can never obtain.
What is the point?
What is the point?
What is the point?
What is the point?
What is the point?
What is the point?
What is the point?!
What is the point?!!
There isnt one.
Good night.
