The truth hurts
I am worth nothing.
That one simple truth, I’ve been trying to fight for a fucking decade now….
I am worth nothing.
I bring nothing.
I earn nothing.
I only take away.
I am worth nothing.
I do nothing.
I am nothing.
I do not want this. I thought… I tried to be more. I am not.
There is something wrong with me. With the way I am. I am worth nothing. So there must be something wrong with me.
I am worth nothing.
I am worth less than nothing.
I consume. I use. I do not give.
I am worth less than nothing.
There is something wrong…. There must be something wrong….
With me.
With the way I am.
I must lack.
I must lack something fundamental that makes others worth something while I am not.
I am wrong.
I fear…
I hurt…
I am wrong.
There is something wrong.
I am doing something wrong. I am lacking. I have no worth.
What the fuck is wrong?
What the hell am I doing wrong?
What is it I lack?
There has to be something wrong.
I must have done something wrong.
I must be wrong.
I am bound.
By fear?
By pain?
By regret?
To be worth so little… nothing… nothing at all.
I… ……..
I am worth nothing.
I am worth less than nothing…
I am worthless
I am nothing
but a hole
The truth hurts.
I am worth nothing.
even dead.