I suppose I have nothing to say except I knew my place. I'm truly unvalued by everyone and everything. My feelings, don't matter. I, don't matter. Does anything actually even matter? I sit here everyday wondering where I went wrong or what I did to be treated this way and I can never come up with a definitive answer. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do that was so terrible that I have to suffer and ultimately die because of it? I wish someone would tell me, because all I ever do s try my best to make everyone happy. Even in my final days I've been catering to others wants and needs and it has me thinking. Does anything I do even matter? To anyone? I sacrifice everything I have for people who would barely glance at me, who would give me off to someone else in a snap. I have nothing for to give but my life now. Is that what you want? Is that when you'll finally stop treating me like garbage, so disposable you wouldn't even notice if I was gone or care? Let me know, because if that's what has to be done I'll do it in a heartbeat. If I can finally satisfy you so you won't throw me away or treat me like trash.