It starts with soft little worries. When you realize, actually no one cares. You start to questioning yourself. Starting to wonder if it's you. You are trying harder, trying to care. But no ones need it anymore. You talk to them but they won't listen. You are ignored. Maybe they are busy, you say. Yes. Always. Not even a single second free. Okay, you realize it. After this moment, you embrace the truth: you are alone and there is no one for you. You gave up yourself to them, and you are worthless now. And the voices came, starting they cruel wisper. "You were worthless all the time, no one want you to be, don't bother them..." and so. After a time, you will break. You will start to agree. It's only matter of time now. They will take their time, don't worry. But... You can have a choice here.
You can fight. It's hard, and absolutly low chance for success. It will hurt. It will burn. You will hurt bad.
Or... You can fade. You can give up the fight. Accepting the truth. You are nothing. You worth nothing. You are a waste of space. How would like to continue? Will you end your life or stay here, do nothing, getting depth, and deeper, maybe have an addiction, force yourself to get up every fucking morning, make your fucking job, go your fucking home, lie your fucking friends and go to fuck to sleep. Every. Single. Day. Forever.
With your fucking voices in your worthless head.
If I change my mind... no one will remember me. I will fade away like I never was. And you know what? That's the joy. All of your suffer will erase. All of your efforts will no more. Just the nothingless. The final joy. The end.
Is it worth it? I think it is.