Don't bother, there's nothing for you here

I put on Ella Mai's Trip, trying to take my mind off the misery and chaos that is my life. As I listened, her voice faded away into nothing, all I could hear was the piano rift, repeating over and over again. A flat, dull, repeating, mindless without end.

Everywhere I've turned for help I've been ignored, turned away, even by those who said they would help. It seems the universe is telling me something: Don't bother. There's nothing for you here.

But I have to go on bothering, because it's not just me I'm doing it for.

The sad thing about it is, I have no one to say this to. Only an empty space that no one knows exists. A place I exist, but no one has bothered to know.