I'm just a nobody who wants to kill herself everyday,
I'm worthless, not meant to be in this world,
Wondering what death would be like;
Feeling the emptiness of what was once hunger and pain, sleep and stress, anxiety and depression.
Just a nobody with no self esteem,
A loser who thinks she can become anything; what a dream.
A dream so far away; it's pretty much nonexistent.
A ghost like me; who recalls distant memories as I fade into nothing.