Who really cares what happens to me? They say being born means you were chosen for a reason but I find no logical way of that being possible, I put my pain in my poems and my poems reflect the pain back to me; I was born to die, everywhere you look is a human, we all have birthdays, all have muscles and thoughts, so what would make me special? The memories? Everyone has those, the hurt? Mental health? Trauma? Everyone has that, this positivity is to me personally bullshit, you're alive to follow rules, gain control, some succeed, some end up on the streets because of our shitty economy, you can die in any direction of any second and you won't be missed unless you were a popular person; so I say who really cares, not because I'm depressed, I think that's meaningless, what has the meaning is that your not special and never will be,you'll go through everything in everyway, any other person with a brain would go through, unless you we're to make your own path, standout to the world, but instead we're stuck in a loop of days and time that never change, you sleep, or don't, who really cares? What matters is that you fill the higher ups pockets and shut your mouth,I'm not the only one who thinks such things and no I don't need help with anything,I'm saying; who really cares? Nobody, maybe, family, friends, but you'll be forgotten, they'll replace you in some way, whether it's getting a new baby, a new pet, a new husband or girlfriend, or even a new person for a job, life moves on, so really you'll never matter. Who cares about your birthday? Who cares that you breathe? Who cares what you want? Or cares that you can see? As long as you bring amusement, motivation, a new meme, or something someone seeks, your nothing. So do it for yourself