what am i worth?
when i ask myself this question,
only one answer comes to mind:
nothing.
i am worth nothing.
i'm not a famous singer,
i'm not a doctor,
i'm not anything that a parent could be proud of.
i'm just depressed.
i'm just fucked up beyond repair,
and it's all my fault.
i want to throw everything away.
i want to cut every inch of skin and let it bleed,
i want to do hard drugs to feel something,
i want to spend all my money,
i want to sell my body,
i want to leave everything behind,
just so i can fuck everything up even more.
i can't make my parents happy,
nor can i make them love each other.
i can't make anyone happy,
i reek of a negative aura at all times,
people know not to approach me.
i don't know what i want anymore.
money?
love?
happiness?
but i also know that i'm not worth having any of those.
i'm not worth it.
i'm not worth anything.
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Poesíaif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
