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I hate the world. And what's worse is the world doesn't even know I exist, I'm insignificant, small, unimportant.... worthless.

But I don't care, the world means shit to me, it's like an infected lung breathing in more air to contaminate day after day, it never stops. I wish I could die, but I fear death..no I fear being dead, death would be a relief, but no longer living, the world continuing without me like I was never even there, I wouldn't give it the pleasure! I live just to prove I can't be beaten but I'm destroyed inside, in small pieces, small pointless pieces.



I wish I could show everyone exactly what they've done to me, but there are no words to describe it, no words to describe the pain they've caused me. No one cares about me until they need a shoulder to cry on, a friend to confide in, someone to tell them they're right, well fuck them!  They're not right, I won't keep their secrets and my shoulder is not there for their tears, it's there for me and me alone.....alone, something I spend a lot of time being.

I'm the only one who understands, the only one who cares, but even I don't care enough.

I continue to sink, one day I might reach the bottom, and I'll look up, and see all the people who used to cry on my shoulder and confide in me looking down....down on me. Maybe I'll fade away like the end of a sad song, just fade out until there?s nothing left, would I be missed? No, not until someone needed a shoulder to cry on, a friend to confide in, someone to tell them they're right............