People don't care about me, don't care about the person i am,
they don't care to get to know me; they don't want to.
I feel used in everything i do..
Be it for money,
Someone to be angry at,
Someone to party with,
Someone to cry to,
Someone to ****,
Someone to take them places,
Someone to get drugs..
My whole world is full of selfishness.
Everyone needs me and no one wants me.

Am I boring?
Am i that annoying that you will only tolerate me if there is something to gain?

Is it because of my disconsolate mind?

Is it because of the heavy bag of pain i carry on my back?

Is the mask i wear broken?
Does the face underneath scare you?

Am I a disease?
Are you scared i will infect you with the plague of depression rotting my brain?


I surrender, I am broken, I am aching, I am screaming!
But can anyone even hear me?
Is there any point?

I am irreparable.

Who's going to take the time to fix a burnt out candle?
Maybe it's time to get a new one.