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Do you ever feel like a worthless bag, like a grey cloud or a piece of sand?
Do you ever feel like you're so so small, like nothing you ever do will matter at all?
Do you ever think that you're out of luck, like a piece of string all knotted up?
I don't know how I feel, or who I am, or what I know, and I just want to give it up.
I wish I could surrender, just fly the white flag, because I just feel like a paper bag.
I get used once or twice, before I rip in half, easier than a sharp knife can slice.
There's so many bits all fallen apart worse than a puzzle missing multiple parts.
I don't feel like I'm worth a cent, like nothing matters and my consciousness stopped paying rent.
I wish I could pack my bags and just run away, but I alreadly did, and thats why I'm like this.
Nothing matters, not like it did, I am not the same, and I feel like a kid.
I could scream for hours, and cry for more, but lately I haven't had the energy to get up anymore.
I feel like I gave up, I feel like I'm on drugs, but not the happy ones.
I wish suicide looked more appealing, just like it used to pull me in.
Now I don't even have the energy to plan my own end.
Do I have to play my part in life?
Can I just lay here with the death inside?
What's the point of trying to feel better.
I'm sick of trying when no one cares much.
It's all a cycle and all a system, I realize no one cares about me at all.
So how far can I realistically fall?
Why was I even born at all?
Sentience is just a curse, it makes surviving feel so much worse, so what's the point in living on if I just feel like a lost cause?
Hit me with a truck or strike me with cancer, I could win the lottery but I'd never feel better.
Give me some time, or even some patience, teach me to love or to laugh and I'd feel no sensation.
I'm just a dying carnation.
Another withered flower for another withered life, another empty bottle labelled as 'pride'.
So do you ever feel like you're not you?
Like another piece of glass is just slicing you?
Because I do.
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hello! i know exactly how you feel, i have gone through this thoughts myself and it really sucks the life out of you and its hard to get out of it. i found that yes, we may be tiny little specks, but to others, we could be so much more than that. and if to you it feels like no one really cares about you, i can tell you that there IS somebody who cares about you. its important to know that you do matter to someone and you are so much more than that tiny speck to them :)
Replyhello! i know exactly how you feel, i have gone through this thoughts myself and it really sucks the life out of you and its hard to get out of it. i found that yes, we may be tiny little specks, but to others, we could be so much more than that. and if to you it feels like no one really cares about you, i can tell you that there IS somebody who cares about you. its important to know that you do matter to someone and you are so much more than that tiny speck to them :)
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