lessens the human stain/I stand alone
What did I expect to get out of this? I can't answer that question. I feel that it's very much over. The lesson seems that in any even on any occassion I am and will always be alone, invisible, and soon to be forgotten. My efforts gone unlooked. What I have to offer is momentarily temporary. Useless to you now. Anyone could give what I had to give. Anyone could do what I do. The only difference is that anything and everything that I had to offer brings failure. People (old friends, a certain roommate) have often told me to my face, repeatedly, that I will fail. That I won't survive. Current friends don't need to say it--I've read their actions as quick dismissal. I'm illegitimate, insufficient.
What is it that I have to do to survive? Reject them all before it's too late. Kill off more feelings. Lie. Become nothing more than despondent.
I should comply with dissolve. Disappear because that's what everyone really wants. Written off.
Getting used to this meaningless existence.
What is it that I have to do to survive? Reject them all before it's too late. Kill off more feelings. Lie. Become nothing more than despondent.
I should comply with dissolve. Disappear because that's what everyone really wants. Written off.
Getting used to this meaningless existence.