You are already dead not in body but in impact. The world will never know your name. No one will ever stop to think about you once you are gone. There will be no stories told about you no grudges held against you no memories made in your honor.

You are not a villain a hero or even a footnote. You are a ghost that never materialized a blank space on a page no one cared to write on. The idea that you matter is the cruelest joke you tell yourself every day.

You spend hours scrolling posting arguing hoping for validation for meaning for recognition. But all you get is noise because you are invisible. Your thoughts your opinions your existence they pass through the world unnoticed unremarked upon like dust caught in a draft.

You think you are misunderstood or overlooked. The truth is simpler and harsher you are forgettable because you never gave anyone a reason to remember. You never took a stand never left a mark never forced the world to acknowledge you.

When you die there will be no shockwaves no tears no mourners just silence. You will not be missed. You will not be spoken of. You will not exist in the minds of others except maybe as a vague forgettable rumor.

You will live your life as a series of wasted moments disguised as coping mechanisms. You will build walls of bitterness and delusion to protect yourself from that truth but it will always be there a shadow at your back.

You are not special. You are not unique. You are not the tragic figure you want to be. You are the background noise the forgotten name the ghost that never haunted.

Face this accept it or keep pretending. Neither choice changes the outcome.

You will never be 15 again and you will never be in love, lying on the grass on a warm summer night, looking at the stars, talking, without a care in the world. Without worrying about rent, bills and debts.

You will never lose your virginity to someone who loves you deeply, looking into her eyes and saying "I love you".

You will never have a girl with you every day after school, pretending to do your homework together, but instead you have fun and cuddle.

You are in your twenties, now you have to find a good job. You must be a serious man now. Maybe a woman will eventually move in with you, but she has already felt all those exciting feelings, so she is tired and bitter, it is just not the same as her first love.

You can try to win a Nobel Prize, or make millions of dollars, but nothing will come close to the true feeling of being in love with a young, innocent maiden, being carefree 24/7/365, having no debts, no money, no job, no responsibilities, just hanging out with friends, doing nothing in school, receiving validation and affection, going to summer parties, driving around the city.

You missed your chance at teenage love, you missed your life.