What’s the point?
Why do I bother
To get up everyday
To see the faces of people who don’t matter
To see what I am
To see what I’ve become
To watch things go past
To look at the things here
To find an answer with no question?
Why does it hurt
To wake up
To look at people
To face me
To face who I’ve become
To hope that something will stay
To see what is left there
To question without answers?
I feel myself falling
Falling down a rabbit hole
What is falling again?
Does it matter what I do?
Why do I fight myself?
Why…