Entry 117

Man, do I wish the world always looked like this...

This World

I feel as if I am the only one in the world

Living my life without purpose,

Without a direction.

I know it isn't true, but that's what I feel.

I don't know what to do,

Or how to find it.

I would search for it

If only I knew how.

I feel as if I can't do it alone;

As if I need someone to start pushing me in the right direction.

But just what direction is that?

My life in this world

Is a waste of space

With no purpose.

The world and its inhabitants

Don't care what I do.

No help is there for me.

Only I can do something about this,

But what? How? And when?

I have no special talents,

No hobbies I'm any good with.

How am I supposed to make myself into something useful?

"This World," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, July 2nd, 2011