Why? Why? Why? Why fucking why. Why am I like this. Why was I created to be this way. Why is it that I don’t mean anything. Why is it that I’m apparently invisible. I just want to mean something. I want to not feel empty. I want to not feel anger. I want to not feel pain. Emotionally or physically. I want to not be weak. I want to be strong. I want to be someone who doesn’t need anyone. I want to be that person that is happy and gives everyone good vibes. I want to be someone that I’m not. Everything I am, I want to be the opposite. I want to change everything about myself. The way I view myself, and the way others view me. I want to have a better perspective of what I see in the mirror. I want to not wake up, and have these thoughts of me dying. I want to not make scenarios in my head of what would happen if I died. I want to not think of how I would die. I just hate thinking. My mind is a never ending road. A long, bumpy road. A road that is empty, and I’m the only one on it. It drives me insane. Being the only visible one there. My heart is torn, ripped, and broken. I want to be someone who loves the world & everything around me. I want to find peace in everything. I want to be able to look at the positives rather than the negatives. I want to not be so concerned of people’s opinions. I want to have self confidence. I want to be feared & respected. I want to feel healthy & smart. I want to be everything that I’m not, everything that I could never be, and everything that is nearly impossible for me to achieve.