Is There A Point?

You are a statistic. A number. You're just a part of a figure. You're another number in whatever you do. Another smoker. Another cutter. Another kid who lives with a drunk parent who hits them. Another suicide. You may have friends, your parents might cry, but honestly, you're just a number. Society has grouped and labelled you and there's nothing anyone can do to help. What is the point? Everything seems to trivial, so useless. Do you sit and think about every person that dies? I'll hold my hands up and say it, I don't. You get used to hearing about dying and death. You can work to the best of your abilities but at the end of the day you're unmemorable and unremarkable in every aspect. Why would you want to live in a world like that?