You gave me everything;
Love, a home, a child.
But why do I feel empty?
Like something is missing.
Was I ever happy?
Certainly not.
One cannot call themselves happy,
If they are empty.
I do not understand.
Why does this emptiness grow?
Was it ever even love,
Or was it just mere pity?
Speak the truth.
Was I ever loved?
Do I even exist?
A mere ant?
One that was never actually needed.
The smallest fracture in life.
Never needed.
Always alone.
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