If i died
who would cry?
In one year
who would care?
In this moment i feel so lost.
Who am i?
Why am i?
Where does my worth lie?
My value, my being,
without me, im thinking
that things wouldnt change that much.
Which is fine, in the end
because eveything dies
and the world spins on and on.
But if life is so pointless
and i am so worthless
then why should i see the next dawn?
