What type of man am I?

I sit here in silence and wonder

Would I be better off six feet under

What type of man am I 

To sit here and watch time go by

I feel as if i deserve certain things

To which I know life will never bring

I feel as if im suppose to live 

But why, when I have nothing to give

I feel as if im worth something 

Even though I know im nothing

I want to be able to satisfy 

But when I do something its as if I don't even try 

I give what I can 

When I can

And as time passes on by

I ask again, what type of man am I