What's the point?
Selfish this is, these thoughts are selfish. I know someone must care, because all that bleeds through my veins are feelings, yet itās not enough. I have thought about this over, and overā¦.and over. I still canāt seem to find the point, nor the meaning. Iām here, I exist, and thatās it. Will I make an impact on anything that matters? No. What actually matters? Nothing. I have began to run myself down with the terrifying thoughts of void. I afraid because there is no where here for me. I have found one thing that keeps me going, but itās leaving. I donāt believe anyone could actually love the way I love people, I feel it. I truly feel it inside my body. I love so much that it hurts. It hurts for me to watch people pretend to be who they are not, it hurts to see them believe what they do is out of ālove.ā If I could start my life over⦠I wouldnāt. I could have it worse, but I know how hard I am on my bodyā¦. feeling this way all the time, and Iām starting to become numb. I am starting to hear nothing but my thoughts, Iām already beginning to cease to exist, itās just a matter of time. Until I begin to fade awayā¦. and I canāt stop it












