Just a Pustule

I am just a pustule on the face of planet Earth, wasting air and taking space since the sad day of my birth. All my predecessors have by their own hands died, insanity and hopelessness drew them to suicide. Now my daughter wrestles with the demons of her kin, living life daily, uncomfortable in her skin. I'll not be missed when I am gone; I've left no real impression, and daily life will just go on, steeped in deep depression. ©Danielle White