worth

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