What’s the Point Anymore?

What’s the point in having a voice when it’s never going to be heard?
What’s the point in even trying when all your efforts are just going to be shot down?
What’s the point of having friends when they only use you up and toss you aside?
I’m done. I’m just so done with this whole fucking place. I’m fading into a figment into the shadows, walking silently, alone.
No one really ever gives a shit about you, do they. So why keep on living for them? Why keep on living when there’s no point?
I hate this feeling so much. I hate myself and I hate where this life is going right now. I thought we had a plan. I thought we were going to be happy. But no.
Everything gets fucked up per usual. But whenever I try to have a say in it, I’m called ‘selfish’ and ‘greedy’ and more than likely ‘stupid’. I’ll always settle for you, though. I’m not allowed to be happy and have my way. Never.
Fuck this shit. I’m done…