The Power Of Ink

I know

I feel like every single day,
A person wishes they hadn't met me.
People keep adding on to this list
Making me doubt my existence

I feel like my parents sometimes,
Wish I wasn't born
That if I weren't here
They wouldn't have to suffer.

And sometimes even I think to myself
Wouldn't they have been better off without me?
I'm nothing but a disappointment,
Burden.

But then, I don't feel like it.
I know it.
I know people wish they hadn't met me,
I know people wish I wasn't born.

Cuz what am I?
Just an emotionless piece of shit, ain't i?
I know,
I know.

Estos pensamientos suicidas están empeorando, ¿tal vez debería morir?
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