What About Me

No matter what I do
It never makes a change .
The words that I say
Are just a useless waste of oxygen
It's wasteful for me to exist .

No one should have to suffer
being anywhere near me ,
or even looking at me .
I don't want you to suffer
no matter how cruel you might be .

It never matters , does it ?
The way that I feel .
No one ever listens .
No one bothers to even glance at me .
How do you think that makes me feel ?

Put yourself where I am .
How well would you fare ?
If the tables were turned
How long would you last , in this f***ed up life of mine ?