I am nothing.

I only write, because I am nothing. I write because that's what they told me to do. You're crazy kid. Write all that out of your head. Put it all away. just put it all on a page and then burn it. Its not really you. You know better. Much better. Did you know, that it used to be honorable to kill yourself? In Rome, they would slowly, painlessly bleed themselves out over the course of a day, it was like going to sleep. Just write till you're sane. write it all away. You an scream on a page, until you can't hear your imperfections anymore. Just keep saying things until you are nothing. Til you feel something better, until you are right. No one wants to ever hear these things. That's just awkward. Honesty is a thing of the past. Of a different time. It isn't for you. You think too much you worthless shit. Go stop bothering everyone's lives. No one wants to hear about your bad day, your feears, yours questions....your sad attempts at life. Just go away. No one cares. You don't matter. You may have been telling yourself some lies. That you matter. That you'll get better.....all lies, you know. It's almost amusing.... watching you trying. Look at you! Look at the way you act like you still have hope. Look at how you clumsily go around, you might as well ask a person you never met that they had it all coming, this life of theirs. Look at you. "A had been, who never was", where truer words ever spoken? Just go. Just fucking go. Write yourself sane and normal. No one wants to see who you are. When they do, it just makes them feel awkward, and wishing you would leave sooner. Really, just go fucking die.