I’m not as important as I thought myself to be. They only ‘love’ me when they have some use for me. What happens when I’m exhausted and can’t do anything anymore? Will they be by my side when I’m finally at death’s door? – Probably not. Even surrounded by them, I’m still always alone. I wish I am dead, so I can finally be done. I labor at work and at home, I’ve never had rest. I’ve never experienced life’s so called ‘zest.’ – I tried so hard for a future I want, but still out of reach. Dead God, I don’t want to learn whatever shit you’re trying to teach. You reward my hard work with exhaustion and pain. Nothing great or good is what I could only gain. – Life is cruel and all I ever did is devoid of meaning. I don’t understand then what’s the purpose of still existing? Perpetually tired of a non-rewarding life makes me want to give up. I wish there was a way for all of this to simply stop. – Copyright Star Ashley Cruz May 23, 2026