Although I exist now… I wish not to forever.
I am alone, heartbroken, and ready to pull that final lever.
And often, I wonder if it is all for naught—
The pain, the sadness, the egotistical rot
that is driving my life into shambles and destroying it.
I am only human, but I feel even less than that.
I am a placeholder, an afterimage, an afterthought…
of an already deceased human being.
My life does not matter, for it is never embraced.
However, I am only here to give others a better life—
that does not include myself, unfortunately.
When I am done being used, I am tossed aside;
my essence is thrown out, but my lessons remain alive.
Loneliness is the only friend that has stuck around,
and she is slowly sucking the life right out of me.
Soon, I will be nothing but another casket in the ground—
another object to be tossed from reality,
and thrown into an unknown chaotic uncertainty.