40. She.

I am nobody.

In your life.

In mine.

Nobody in the world.

Do I matter?

Not to you.

Not to anyone.

What's my purpose?

Do I want love?

Do I want wealth?

Or do I sacrifice that for good health?

Should I even care about these things?

Can a nobody even care?

Or have feelings?

Or goals?

Ambition?

Can a nobody even care?

Am I whole?

Or a little less.

It doesn't matter.

These things.

Don't matter.

I don't exist.

I am nobody.

An abyss.