Each day I wake up and it's just more of the same. I go to work, go to the gym, and come home. I read or go on the computer. I go to sleep and go to work again the next day. Sure I've tried doing different things. I've tried hiking, going to bars, going to the park... everything just seems so dull when I'm alone. I see the couples holding hands, and I envy them. I see the children playing, and I miss the innocence. Sometimes when I get home I pretend there's someone there to hug me. But there isn't. Sometimes I pretend I'm talking to someone about my feelings. But there's nobody. All that's there is cold emptiness.
Sometimes I wonder, if I disappeared, if anyone would notice. I suppose someone would notice I wasn't showing up to work after a few days. Maybe they'd file a missing person report, but nothing would come of it. No one would search for me. Sure I have a decent job. I'm accumulating wealth. There's people in this world who would literally kill to have my life. But I don't like it.
I am merely a cog in a corporate machine, nothing more. I'm just a soulless machine. Void of feeling and heart. When a machine is decommissioned, it's not afraid or sad. It doesn't care. It existed only to to complete tasks, not to have feelings. I've become like the machine. I exist only to complete tasks. Not to love and share happiness with others. No, love and happiness are inefficient and unnecessary. I'm just a cold, empty machine. When a machine breaks, nobody cries. No funerals are held for broken machines. They're just quietly replaced. Just like the machines, I would be replaced. And no one would notice.
Sometimes I wonder, if I disappeared, if anyone would notice. I suppose someone would notice I wasn't showing up to work after a few days. Maybe they'd file a missing person report, but nothing would come of it. No one would search for me. Sure I have a decent job. I'm accumulating wealth. There's people in this world who would literally kill to have my life. But I don't like it.
I am merely a cog in a corporate machine, nothing more. I'm just a soulless machine. Void of feeling and heart. When a machine is decommissioned, it's not afraid or sad. It doesn't care. It existed only to to complete tasks, not to have feelings. I've become like the machine. I exist only to complete tasks. Not to love and share happiness with others. No, love and happiness are inefficient and unnecessary. I'm just a cold, empty machine. When a machine breaks, nobody cries. No funerals are held for broken machines. They're just quietly replaced. Just like the machines, I would be replaced. And no one would notice.