Matter

 You look in the mirror and all you can see is

The feeling of emptiness and darkess

The huge black void in the pit of your soul

That rips and naws at you

As of someone is has slowly cut you with a rusty, jagged knife

Ripping your insides out with bare hands

While you were still fully conscious

When all you feel is dread, horror, unworthy, unwanted, unloved, often forgotten, overlooked, and not good enough, no one will ever want you

You love yourself and are good most times, but

You are no one's choice and never will be

You have accepted that, and most times, you are ok with it

No light at the end, no hope

You are NOT thinking of ending things

You just can't find the good in yourself anymore

You just keep thinking to yourself

"Do I really even matter? What am I good for?"