To suddenly care for someone is inconvenient when they're already gone.

I have no place to go; Nobody to call me back home. I may as well live alone.

What could I achieve upon expressing my feelings when no one cares to listen?

This unchangeable grieving of never being heard, understood, or like others must be fate or perhaps it's my undoing.

Life is pointless, all we do is live to enlighten ourselves with entertainment to create a moment of happiness for the times we were deeply hurt.

The one who tries so hard to jump in, never gets to fit in.