The Deepest

Parasite

I don't know why
I always try to
Help people out.
I only make it worse.

I don't know how to be
A normal friend
Or lover
Or companion

Mostly due to the fact
That I was raised just to
Leave people alone and
Subsequently be alone.

I mess up every
Connection that I have
Only because I
Don't know how to let go.

I'm sorry I've wasted
All your precious hours
Because I don't know
How to get a life.

I'm sorry I never see
You outside of what's on
My small little box
That I rely on daily.

I wish I wasn't
Alive most days,
Mostly because of how
I can't survive without you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I'm
Always so damn dark
And depressed even when
I shouldn't be.

I'm sorry that I can
Only make you uncomfortable
Or sad or even
As depressed as myself.

Please, I beg you
Just stop dealing with
Me all the time and
Throw me away.

I'm trash. I don't
Deserve to be here
Anymore, because I only
Bring you all down.

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Thank you for the inspiration for the title, CJ.
Thank you for the inspiration for the poem, life.
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