Elucidating Questions

After all why tell the story of a life that is not worthy to exist?

After all why record anything. Fading into the night and disappearing, some day.

Awful. Awful some day.

It’s not today though cruel laughter and the winner always on top and better than this.

Why can’t you just stop being transgender?

Why can’t I be happy?

Why does it matter?

Why was I put here if it was to find nothing and do nothing and mean nothing and have nothing and I thought I had answered

But it didn’t matter the answer, that I thought I had.

To a stupid question whose answers mean nothing

The question I answered every day whose answer is now numb and silent.

I’ll never be good enough.

My happiness wasn’t supposed to exist.

I should have stayed quiet, I should have kept it inside and thought about that so called next life when I want nothing more than to end and have that be it

Go on your own I want nothing else than to be happy but I am not allowed.

I hate that you did this to me. I hate that you left it like this. I hate that this will be my life while you get to see nothing and never have to think of it.

I hate that this happened.

I hate everything about every word I hate every tune I hate every note I hate every sound

Because it’s all silence.

It’s all nothing.

Just, isn’t it?