The value of something
Is only clear in its absence.
Worthless as I am,
There'll be nothing for you to miss.

When precious things get lost,
They leave behind an empty void.
Worthless as I am,
There'll be nothing for you to fill.

When the soul leaves the eyes
People always cry, asking "why?".
Worthless as I am,
I'll just be one more corpse in the pile.

we work and work and work and drive ourselves to the point of exhaustion
we strive to do better at every aspect in our lives
we take every risk, every opportunity
to make a better future for ourselves
we have things our younger selves would never have imagined us having
a career, true love, a family
yet at every point in life we are reminded
that we are not happy, and never have been
so what is the point?
in reaching every goal,
admiring every achievement
when you know you will never be satisfied
because in the end you aren’t any happier
than the day you were brought into the world