You are worthless
nothing
you don’t mean anything now, and you’ve never meant anything before
how can you stand to look into the mirror and watch the reflection of a consistent nobody stare back into your eyes?
do you know how little you mean to the world?
it’s people?
To time and reason?
you are worth as much as the last shit you took
or the last sigh that left your lips after drifting into thoughts of this ugly point of your life that you find yourself in
you miserable wretch
you sit back and entertain thoughts of burying a bullet into your head, but you know you’ll never do it
you\'re not some blessed martyr
you’re a coward
it’s not death you’re afraid of
it’s life
and the pain that comes with it
that’s what it always comes down to, isn’t it?
pain
discomfort
light
anger
dark
rage
die
worth