Existential Anguish

I feel useless. But no one cares. No one did. No one will.
What am I doing here? Nothing. I'm just wasting other people's time.
What's my purpose? None. I have no purpose.
Who am I trying to fool? Only me, apparently.
I'm just an empty soul like many others. An empty soul in an empty body.
I have no goals. I have no dreams. I have no future.
I feel lonely but I'm not alone. I have this little demon inside my head that keeps telling me what to do.
My thoughts are too loud. I want to, but I can't turn them off. It's not that easy.
I feel broken. Broken in a way that I can not be fixed again.
It breaks me into pieces when I have to sacrifice something. I'm not a bad person. I just... I just...

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I see things. I see things other people will never see. It scares me, sometimes.
People are too blind. Blind with themselves.
Can you imagine?
I never keep my thoughts straight. I guess I've always been distracted.
Distracted about life itself. About me. About others.
Why are my eyes sweating? Why they keep doing this?
Maybe they have their own lives. Maybe they are trying to tell me something.
To be fine. To be safe. To fight.
That's what I'll do.
But... Who am I, anyway?