Why do I have this feeling I keep on getting overlooked and passed over? If I really don't mean anything to anyone then it's really none of their business what I do right? Why do they still have to judge, decide my fate, push me down. I'm already. tired out from living like this. I don't want to continue this meaningless fight. But how does one give up? Hope will always be there like a force of gravity pulling you towards the tip of a sharpened knife. I feel like I'm being cut open. I can feel the warm blood running down my chin. It's embarrassing that I dirtied my face but there's no helping it. my hands won't move. Is this what it's like to die from the inside? When will it show. When will I stop being able to hide my rotting peeling self. But I guess it's already showing huh. I can see people gathering, staring down at my empty self, looking at me like im some freak show. they wait, for the day i disappear to amuse themselves with my exit.