Death by Dia Elliott
I will forever be alone in my misery.
No one cares
And no one should.
I'm useless,
Nothing to the world.
It's okay.
No one loves me,
I don't need it though.
Love is gone.
Life is gone.
Maybe if they look hard enough
They'll see it.
They don't try.
It's only because
They're too self- consumed.
Do you understand that?
If you don't
One day you will.
We'll all feel the same.
It's a disease.
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