Nobody Knows

Nobody knows what I go through. If they knew, would they care? Nobody cares what I go through. That's why I'm so alone. If I really had someone would they like me? Nobody likes me. I'm stupid and ugly and will never have friends. If I had friends could I trust them? Nobody is worth trusting. Everybody just stabs you in the back. If anyone tried to be friends, would they really want to be friends or am I just someone to talk about? Nobody would talk about me. You have to care about somebody to talk about them. Does anyone care about me? Nobody cares about me. They would all be happier when I'm gone. If I died would people cry? Nobody would cry for me. I'm just a worthless structure taking up space in the already crowded world. Would one less person make a difference? Nobody would notice one less person. Specially if that one was me. It's to late to make a difference so what's the point of living? Nobody knows what the point of living is. That's why I am afraid of the concept. If I'm afraid of living does that mean death is good? Nobody knows. Nobody knows the exact definition of good. If I want to die, then what can I do to myself? Nobody knows for sure. Not me. Not anybody. Maybe I will find out one day, but if I do will it be to late? I know. I know that I will not take anything from anybody. I know that nobody will ever know exactly what pushed me there because..... Nobody knows what I go through.