Emotionally Exhausted

There’s nothing more painful than waking up in the morning to realise you’re on your own. You’re not beautiful, talented, witty, smart or in one way or another… needed. You’re one of those people who fills up a space on the earth, but never really leaves a mark on it. You walk on the sand, but step by step, the ocean washes away your prints - because everything you stand for - never really mattered to begin with. The oxgyen being produced is used by you, but it doesn’t belong to you. When you wake up in the morning and finally see the world for what it is - just a big round heavy ball, full of people who aren’t interested in learning anything about you, just how far they can get ahead in life, by standing on your shoulders. — Oh well… I guess this is the part where we smile, and pretend we’re okay with life shitting all over us on a daily basis - because we were born to live it. And we were born to understand, we’re never really much at all, but that life could always be worse than it is, hell — we could all be dead I suppose?