Lifeless life

What is the point? What is life? Why are we here? I can obtain all the money, wealth, fame, and honor in the world, but in the end I am nothing. Nobody will benefit from my existence, or even from my non-existence. My life is without purpose, reason, or goals. The only thing I have ever done of worth is serve as a scape goat for others. I take the blunt of every swing and am the bottom of the dog pile. I could rot to death in a corner, and the only change in the world would be a few a few people would need to find some other way of feeling manly, some other goat to take the blows. The world has struck its toll on me and I will never be the same.