Being utterly alone.

Being ignored.

Being discarded as nothing.

No one cares.

No one loves you.

You are all alone.

I am all alone.

How are you?

Said no one ever.

Death seems like the only thing that gives me hope.

Easy escape.

The easy way out.

But life is not easy.

Life might not always be fun or joyful or happy.

But it is living.

And don’t you want to be known.

Don’t you want to change the world?

Or do you want to be known all around for the one that is causing this.

Hurt.

Pain.

Suffering.

Life is the air breathing. Your chest moving. Your heart pumping.

Death is

Silence.