User Not Here

I don't know who I am. I thought I knew but when I asked myself who I was, all I had was a name to offer. I can't describe myself positively. I ain't talented. I ain't special. No one really knows or likes me, I don't even know or like me. Heh... I am a waste of space, of breath. They keep telling me to get my head out of the clouds. They tell me that I need to care more. Well, my head ain't in the clouds, no it's in a void. It's in an endless black pit with no light.  I don't care anymore. I don't want to exist. I don't want to shut up. But I don't have a choice. No one wants to hear me. No one wants me. I'm not needed. So why. Why am I still here. Why don't I have the courage to end it all. Am I really that big of a coward? Am I that useless? I'm sorry for ever burdening you. I'm sorry you read all of this. I'm sorry for everything I did and didn't do. I'm sorry for feeling. I'm sorry for not being perfect. I'm sorry for not thinking like you. I'm sorry for ending different. I'm sorry for being alive. 
I'm sorry. Just forget you read any of this. Forget I said anything. Forget me. Please.