Useless as me

Useless as me.

I know if i disappear, no one will notice.

Recent things proved i really dont exist

a thing totally disposable, useless....

So what's the meaning of even try? 

To bleed, suffer, break and remake myself

dozens of times trying to be seen

invisible, feel like i dont deserve anything

Do nothing? Sometimes i just think...

I am better vanished from this world.

Take my words as you like but, if you never hit the isolation pain like me, you dont know how is to feel truly unloved. 

Some times an end is just another form of freedom.... a blessing in a single dose or cut...