This is why humanity is hopeless.

I?

Is that all I care about?

My decisions are all based on one thing,

Me.

Maybe "I" 

Is the source of so many 

Problems

For so many people

Maybe if we 

stopped caring about ourselves

and cared more for others

Our problems would find themselves 

FIXED

No.

Why you ask?

Because "I" again.

I took I, and made it us, and then made it

You.

Insignificance and Black Holes

She sits quiet and still

Staring out a window towards a sea of grey

Eyes glaze over as she looks beyond,

Into whatever her mind can tell her.

And Wonders..

Billions and stars

Colossal galaxies (One of which she resided in)

One small planet in a meagerly sized galaxy

One small person in that planet

Would anyone care if she died?

Could anyone care if she died?

Should anyone care if she died?

What is one in six billion? 

One tiny person

Mathematically, a fraction that wouldn't matter if it were taken out of the picture.

She should die

It would cause no pain

No grief to a number of people

No one would care..

No one that is but me

One tiny person

On one planet in one galaxy surrounded by millions more

And the fact that I would give up all of the galaxies in the universe but ours

Just to save you

The fact that to see you smile I would condemn millions of stars to death

Stripped of their beauty by being sucked up into nothing by Black Holes

All the glory the universe had to offer hidden away..

Just to see you smile when you looked at me

It may seem a bit selfish

Selfish when honestly, can I afford to be?

I'm no galaxy

I don't even compare to a star, let alone a planet.

I'm just one person..

Why not...

(This is not poetry by any means I think.  Just thoughts, or thoughts of what thoughts would be like...yes)

Yet another chapter

There is a point in time, when all is said and done

When we break from our bonds, pick up our things and run

From all the things we've known, all of the games we've played

And then brand new chapters of our lives will be made

Where there will be new roles, though some remain the same

Yet still some major characters, from many chapters past

Will leave our lives stories for good, not everyone can last

---Side note here.  First of all I rhymed, except for the third to last line, so that was cool.  Second of all I spent time on syllables and meters or whatever.  Check it out, first five lines=12 syllables a line.  last 2=14.  That was pretty difficult