Is there a point?

go to school, they say

get a job, they say

but why? 

you don't care about me.

I'm just another cog in the machine

I'm so tired, so lonely, and so done with it all

beaten down too much to ever stand tall.

criticised and scolded beyond feeling right

I've tried for so long, fought with all my might.

I'm depressed and I don't care.

Planning the end as much as I dare.

I don't want to die but I feel I can't live.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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