I'm bored so I'm going to write a poem


The world

Always seems to look down on me.

As if I am the greatest Disappointment.

I sit alone

As I do everyday

And think.

Think of what it would be like

To get away.

Or at least feel wanted.

Here I am nothing No one.

I am unnessisary.

So I wonder

Why I go on living.

What is my purpose.

Since I am here

Shouldn't I have one?

Or have I just been forgotten?

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