"No one comes to tell me its over, so I guess the fuhrer lives" But who is more guilty here, the one who can't figure out for herself, or the ones who don't ever tell her? Never existing is not the same thing as having never meant to, having never intended to exist. Its sad how something that should be so innate and easy is so out of grasp for some people. Did this guy choose isolation or does isolation choose him. Well once you get there, how do you get out, or maybe its just the people who can't figure out how to get out who end up going there in the first place. Sort of like how the same types of people always manage to get into debt, even if it was easily avoidable in hindsight. But hats off to this poem and all those upstairs who meant to exist but just became the settling of the old house that has so many more rooms than we will ever know. That is to say, all the unborn sucked into their tubes and vacuums.