Well-qualified and unwanted.
No one needs me to exist.
Why do I exist?
I let the days go by.
Sometimes I am hopeful.
Sometimes I give up.
The result is the same.
I let the days go by.
Until one of these days…
How is it going to end? I do not know.
When I reminisce,
And measure out my past,
I see that I am unwanted.
That no one needs me.
No one wants to need me.
I am avoidable and avoided.
I count the number of years,
How long this misery has resounded.
And the one clarity arises:
I do not want this to continue.
It is the most awful and sad sound.
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This is beautifully said, though I know how painful that sound is. It’s louder than ever lately. Why were we created only to feel like useless ghosts later in life? I didn’t ask to be sick. I have isolated myself from family. I used to be the center of my family. People get used to not having you around.
Even in my own home, I know everyone would carry on fine without me. I’ve “played dead” for days in deep depression. There might be a yell in my room “Are you ok?” or “There’s some food out here.” Other than that? Life goes on. That’s why I might as well already be dead.
I’m sorry you’re feeling this way. No one deserves it.