You want to be me?

You want to be me? You want to wake up every morning and look forward to nothing but the end of the day when you can fall into dreamless sleep and everything is quiet, still? Existence stops when I sleep and that’s just about fine with me.

You want to be me? You want to feel like you’ve no one to turn to? You want to be alone? Feel a need to be alone without having to explain why this world hurts so much to be a part of. You want to see no point to any of it yet not have the option of just switching it all off? Easy to pop a few pills, only when you’ve seem the aftermath of two failed suicides reflected in the eyes of your mother, that option soon overrides even your deepest desire to leave this mortal coil

You don’t want to be me, hell, I don’t even want to be me. I don’t even want to be somebody else.

Its just all so meaningless. There is no point to any of it. Hurt, joy, desire, fear, it’s all irrelevant, evolved over thousands of years for who knows what reason. Maybe this is our prison, we all feel like something’s not quite right. That there’s something of a matrix feel to the world, pulled over our eyes to hide us from the truth. Maybe we developed our feelings to hide ourselves from the truth. But what truth? Why have we evolved emotions to such a degree? What purpose do they serve? What purpose do we serve?

A cancer on the face of the planet, consuming what we touch and destroying what we don’t want. Humans don’t do need anymore, at least not the ones we’re allowed to see on the tv and in the papers. The only people that truly need on this planet are sheltered from view lest they awaken us to the fact that we are carnivores devouring our planet, sacrificing our people and abandoning our children all because we want. We want. We want. We are the only species that wants (other species such as dog and cat are only aware of the concept of want because we have taught them) while every other species needs. And to get our wants we deny their needs. We watch as species are obliterated from our planet, and argue over where to have dinner while millions starve. We languish in the trivialities we have created for ourselves and think that life’s tough. We ignore our neighbour’s screams because don’t want to get into trouble, we kill to stop killing, we kill to create peace, we kill to eat, we kill to live, we kill to stay warm, and we kill to pass the time.

There is no justification, none, nothing we have done or tried to do, that could be argued in defence of our continued existence.