Its kind of pointless isn’t it?
To continue on in this worthlessness,
And work for something I can’t have.
I should stop trying; I’ve already wasted the past.
Why do I let it bother me?
Why are my thoughts so tormenting?
It’s because I’m meaningless…
Well maybe I’m just pointless…
I have meaning because I’m breathing air,
But apparently that’s my only point of being here.
I walk down streets the wrong way
And I make you sad on the perfect day.
I can’t remember your name when we meet
I don’t do anything that would make you say neat
I kind of got a meaning, just taking up space
But there’s no point for me in this place….
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I, too tend to fall into that way of thinking. Good poem. NbN 
