I am so sick of being nothing

I am so sick of being nothing, nothing at all. 

My art holds no meaning and goes unseen forevermore, my job is useless all-around. I'm going to get an education that's just as meaningless for me. I'm sick of it. I hate feeling like my corpse will have much more meaning that anything I have ever done in my life, anything I would do. 

I am just so supremely frustrated. I suffer daily just so that the rich can point and laugh at my misery. It's a circus to them. Fleecing us for money while we slit our wrists to pour the blood down their throats, sustain them. 

I am so sick of it all, I am inches away from writing my own ending.