Everything Is Meaningless

Guess I'm trying to write again.

Another morning...

Another day...

To survive.

To endure.

For what? For whom?

God? 

What if there is no God.

Then there would be no reason for anything.

No reason for living. 

No reason for breathing.

No reason for this feeling that I have now.

Get up and brush my teeth.

The same damn ugly routine.

Trying to avoid those pair of eyes

Staring back at me, so sickly.

What's reflecting back in the mirror

Disgusts me

What I see in myself

Makes me sick inside

And until today I've never uttered these words so loudly.

But it's true.

I hate who I am. 

Screaming it at the girl on the other side

Scribbling over her face with anything I can find

Took a hammer to the glass 

I guess that's...

Like seven years of bad luck.

But I just hope

I'll be dead by then anyway.

Nothing matters...

And you said it yourself.

"Everything is meaningless"