Am I at a point in life where I am no longer in control.
I feel that I am at my wits end.
Nothing to look back on
with nothing to look forward to.
Life's light seems rather dim.
I am not eleoquent
I am not beautiful
there is nothing speical about me.
I push ahead and nothing to show for it.
I thought I was kind,
I thought I was humorous.
Poeple easily forget me,
I matter so little.
Do people matter.
After all, there are so many of us
and so much hate
and prejudice.
We only kill each other anyway
why not take my own life first...