No one will miss me, when i die

No one will miss me, when i die

Nothing going on.

This World

This world is what it is. Not a friend in this world; not anywhere.

When i die, no one here will miss me.

The way things are; this life has been made of solitary confinement.

People don’t read my work. Must not make them feel good? i don’t know. Right now, i don’t care. I’m hurting. No one cared about that, or me.

No one to talk with me. I’ve tried to change my energy. Nothing is working out. I guess being in solitary confinement is a problem for me.

Not a friend in this world. No one wants me. They all want me dead.

Tired of being alone like i am. The way things are, no one would come to my aid. No one really cared. They could not care.

The way things are; no one will miss me when i die. They don’t know me now. No one will spend enough time with me, to figure it out.

I think it’s abuse. The way things are. I’ve got a problem with the human race. They don’t listen, read, or think. No one to talk with about it either.

They don’t know me. They don’t love me. They haven’t spent enough time with me, to be able to figure it out. They won’t change, and nothing do them, they won’t listen to me about it.

Feeling pretty low these days. Not a friend in this world. No one cared.

No one will miss me, when i die. they don’t know me.

Clearly, they don’t love me. They never did. They only love what they can manipulate, and control. That part is clearly abuse. It’s not kind.

Tired of the rejection in this world. There isn’t anyone in this world, for me personally. Not a friend in this world. No one will miss me when i die.

They don’t know me. They don’t understand me. They have not taken the time to try to understand me. That is their problem. Because if they would have taken the time to get to know me; they would have found a lot to like about me. They couldn’t be bothered.

The way things are; when i leave here; i’m not going to miss them. I don’t know shit about them. They don’t spend time with me, for me to know them either.

Such is life. The way things are; no one will miss me when i die. Not a friend in this world. No one anywhere that wants me.

Nothing i can do about this shit. I’ve done everything that i could to give them reason to want to be around me. They don’t listen, read, or think.

I’m not going to miss them, when i die. I might go somewhere else, and never think twice about their sorry sacks of shit.