Time goes by..

I was looking through some of my old stuff and found a piece of writing from almost ten years ago. I was around the age of ten when I wrote this, and when I read it I thought it was interesting that I could write something like this so long ago and forget about it. So here it is :

       As the days roll by like cars on the highway I begin to wonder amongst all my insane thoughts about the day it happened and how it would have turned out if I had not known what I did. If now even I had not known, I would not be here. Everything normal was lost because of the knowledge gained that day. So now I sit waiting for the next day or death. For me what comes next is a chance for redemption from the lords of the overworld.
       The countdown started before my birth and will end long after my death. I learned only enough to stall the countdown but only for a day, and after lifetimes on the countdown's time it felt meaningless. But the lords thought not, and sent a messenger to guide me. I wish now that I had only listened to the one who did not exist. He had always been right, yet the messenger led me to his perish. He told me not to weep for the lords of the overworld could not guide the next one, for I would be their one who did not exist. Yet it bothers me, because my subconscious desires to be the messenger.
       The noises through the walls used to cause me distress, but to some extent they give me hope. I wish only the lords could have chosen someone more worth while to do the job, but they only exist in my head some say. But they walk among us. If only you understood that everyone has "One Who Does Not Exist".