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.
And I will quietly take my eternal rest,
And wish all my friends the very, very best.
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