Pointless

When I am constantly busy,

I feel useless.

When I stop for a break,

I feel useless.

I'm not doing anything productive,

Whether I'm busy,

Or not.

Doing schoolwork,

Seems so pointless.

Writing,

Seems pointless,

Too.

I love writing,

And am resigned to school.

Time passing,

Is meaningless.

I am not part of this world.

So why care what happens in it?

Why try to change it?

Nothing is real.

Really,

What would happen if I just gave up?

Just let the world pass by.

It isn't like the world would cease to exist,

If I stopped trying.

It isn't like my trying,

Would do anything anyways.

Nothing will change;

Everything will stay the same.

Gods,

I don't even care.

I just seems so pointless,

To try to make life good,

When I don't really feel,

Like I am part of it.

It's not that important.

I'm not that important.

This writing,

Is actually,

Rather pointless.

Just another piece in the abyss,

Of countless pieces in this world.

It isn't that important.

I'm not that important.

Just another in the abyss.

Pointless.