As Insignificant as I am

I don’t know where I’m going to go in my life, I’ve never been one to believe in fate or destiny, there are just too many factors. At my tender age of fifteen I feel like I’m meandering through this tiny speck of consciousness without a path or even the slightest hint of a guide. Sometimes I just wish I just could end it all, that way I won’t have to worry about any future I’ll have. I don’t want to grow old to the point I can no longer take care of myself, I don’t want to be trapped in my own skin, I want my spirit to wander the galaxies and cradle the stars in one giant astral palm.

No matter what I do in my life, whether I wind up as a tramp on the streets, or a trillionaire with entire governments under my command, My existence will be nothing in the grand scope of the entire universe. Nothing matters, the only thing imminent is our eventual destruction. At one point all our names will be forgotten and our existence will be wiped entirely from the face of the planet. I want to die quickly so that way I don’t have to be bogged down by my insignificance and pointlessness any longer. I may have been put on this earth for a reason, but it was never my choice. Why do I have to exist, why was I made to die. Take me back oh sweet void, cradle me in your arms of nothingness and welcome me into the place we all came from and will eventually go back.