Do you ever get the feeling that no one really cares about you, that they're just there to use you and be done with it? Have you ever burned with the feeling that your hated and should just sit back and wait for your turn to die? Do you ever just take the knife to test it's edge on your skin, to know the little bit of difference it would make to just press harder than you really were? I am an insignificant man, nothing so impacting on the world as to say "If I'm gone things would seem changed." I speak the words, I know the truth, but not even the truth cares to notice me. I'm lost in a world of forgotten misery where people point and laugh and then forget they ever saw me. I am faith, I am hope, I am strength, and I am lost. I hide in my box to spare the world it's biggest failure, to keep it safeguard from the focus that is a lost and unwanted life. |
Submission Name: Philosophy of Loneliness
