My Feelings 1.

I can't stand it.

I still cry every night.

Why can't I be happy?

Why can't I stop?

My chest hurts.

Everything just seems pointless now.

None of you fucking care.

None of you.

You don't listen.

You don't care how I feel.

What if i did just went missing?

Would any of you really give a shit?

No.

Life would go on.

No one would cry.

No one would miss me.

There's no point anymore.

Who am I?

No one.

I'm nothing.

So fuck it.