What's life worth living for?
Do I really need to exist?
I don't think anyone would miss me if I died or disappear for a very longtime or
maybe forever?
How can clouds be so beautiful when the world
is dying
around me
Knifes look sharper, bridges higher,
guns less and less dangerous,
busy streets more inviting.
Who am I? even I can barely tell
anymore
Is it weird that when I hug my mom and
my brother.
And that when they hug me that
I feel sick and hollow
But when
my friends
at school
hug me
I feel happy, warm, and
all fuzzy inside!
Only the one's I really love
can make me feel truly happy
And even though they are
few in number
their value is priceless
