Life's Memories

Hazy, blurred film reels play over and over again,
Muffled screams and shattered porcelain,
The lingering sting of a slap burns on my cheek.

"You're such a failure!"
The words ring in my head, mocking me.
A failure? Me? A failure...

What's my purpose in life? Why am I here?
Is there a point in living anymore?
Kill the torture, the never-ending agony.

When I'm gone, who will miss me?
Who will mourn my death, this "loss?"
No one.

The world has no reason to pay attention.
I haven't helped it in any way.
I never will.

I'm one girl out of millions.
A mere speck in this world.
A single grain of sand on a beach.

"You have the potential."
They encourage me with empty words and false smiles.
Potential? It's worth nothing. I have no motivation.

I move through life an animated corpse,
A shell filled only with excruciating pain,
Stumbling through this baffling maze.

They say life is worth its memories...
All I want to do is forget.
If my memories and worthless, what is life to me?