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Bothering







Why do I even bother?

Why don’t I just through it all away

End what people call life



Ha, is it really life

How I wish I had one

I don’t even live it



I do breath

And I drink

And I eat



But I am not alive

I am not here

I am not real



I do not feel emotions

For I do not need them

For I am alone



I am unwanted

I have been betrayed

I have been heartbroken



But you can not be heart broken

If you have not heart

So here I am now



But let me ask you something

If the time you spent here

Reading this





How many people do you think?

Have killed them selves

How many, where just like me?