You Matter

They tell you that You Matter. I don‘t believe I do. Is that sad to say, maybe. I believe in love. It’s just not for me. I don’t know how to love. I never have, and never will. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, this mirror tells me I won’t find it here. They tell you people love you. Not me. Must be nice though, a feeling I can no longer experience. The last person who loved me is gone. Now it is just me, and there is no love here. They tell me you are strong. It‘s easy to be strong when you have nothing to hold onto. They tell me you are smart. Maybe I once was, now I am at my mental breaking point and feel empty. Empty thoughts and an empty soul. Nothing new or original here. They tell me you are important. I have no importance, I am nothing. I am good for nothing. Never was, never will be. I am not sad. Life is just the way it is. If I never accepted this fact, I wouldn’t Have celebrated my 16th birthday. Was it the right choice? I guess I will find out. My life I know will consist of two things;

One, loneliness.

Two, sleep. And one day both will become permanent. The end.