We go through life for the sole purpose of pleasing others, doing as they wish, helping them, trying to make them proud of you… we fall to social standards, do what society and our culture sees as right, ignore all that’s taboo… try to be as people think we should…

So really, who are we? We defiantly aren’t ourselves… mere creations of society is all we are… we don’t have a “life” just an existence…


Then even after all this existing for others what happens? Nothing! It’s all totally in vane…

They either leave or give up on you… they never stick about… say they care when in reality they would just feel guilty if anything happened…
Ask if you’re ok but don’t want a true answer, just expect “ye, I’m fine. How are you?”, they don’t want the truth, doubt they’d know how to react to “no I’m not ok, nothing’s ok, the bloody world is slowly crumbling but I can do nothing but watch, trapped inside some bubble of mere existence experiencing nothing but witnessing all.” They’d just quickly move on the subject, they don’t want the truth, they just want to display some fake and forced sense of community, some idea that they do truly care for others when in reality they don’t

Don’t have a life… have an existence… lifeless… and if there is no life, how can there be death? But there can be a cease to existence, just not to life, there can’t be a cease to what isn’t there


pointless futile existance... trapped within as promiced not to let it cease... trapped, pointless, worthless, futiles, lifeless, existance, and nothing more