August 21, 2012
There are nights I wish I could just fall off the face of the earth.
I have no idea what I'm here for.
I look around and see humanity and say to myself
"This, I wouldn't miss this."
I sometimes wish this would all end.
That people would just forget about me again.
Who am I?
My place on this earth wouldn't be missed.
But then I think
"Who the fuck wants to die alone?"
Wants no one to care if they are gone?
I have to much to live for.