When I look out of my bedroom window and see the blinding specs of light lighting up the sky, I wish to be as useful as them
I wish to be useful for someone or something
I wish to be helpful
But I'm not
I'm nowhere near useful or helpful
I'm barely needed on this earth, and yet here I am
Not even my heart is useful to anyone anymore
Neither is my body
Neither is my soul
—Lila • May—
