His Existance.

I do not exist.
I do not exist on my own,

so even if i didn't wish to exist.
I exist, because others want me to.

Shoot me,
you'll find yourself shooting at thin air,
my physical existance doesn't garantee the existance of a self.

So I exist.
I exist against my will.
therefore, I do not exist.

Existance is futile.
Existance is a spoutering nonsense.
That constantly kicks you in the kidneys.

Why do I exist,
If I do not wish to.

Why do you continue to live on the hope of satisfaction?

Speak to me!
Look at me!
Talk to me!
Desire me!
Scar me!
Feel me!

KILL ME!!!

Because I exist solely on the hope that someone will someday, confirm my existance.
Untill that day, I will resume my un-existance.
I am not.
I am the anti-existance.

"I tried, but no-one would ever look at me."
Why are they so cruel as to refuse my existance.
Why is me, so cruel as to deny my existance?