I've been so curious as to what I am. What I am to other people. What I mean to other people. And I have found out what it is. I am nothing. I am the unwanted friend and son. I am the mistake made at a party. I am the regret you feel when you realized you could've done better. I am the thing people don't want.
Why am I this way. Why am I thrown away after I give everybody my all. Why am I getting hurt. For doing my best.
I'm sorry. If I went away you wouldn't notice. You wouldn't feel or see the difference. But as soon as I say this. I exist again. I "matter". It's just because you don't want to have to deal with death. Deal with putting up the front of sadness. I know I wouldn't be missed. But that doesn't matter. Because I don't matter.
Im sorry for never being enough. For all of you. For dad and mom. For the people whom I am "friends with". For the dragon and the jokester. For Alexandra. I'm sorry I'm not good enough.