I'm a stranger in my own house.
I'm just not welcome here anymore.
I don't know why.
It seems like they pull away from me as if I'm stricken with leprosy.
Unwanted.
The sun sets at my window;
Its light dims darker and darker...
I'm fading fast.
What's the point of being here if no one cares either way?
At this point,
I hate crying so much I'd shoot myself just to stop.
It's so miserable and melodramatic,
But I can't stop myself.
I am worthless.
No,
I'm beyond worthless.
I find myself so despicable that I am disgusted by my own reflection.
Do you know what that's like?
To look in the mirror and think you don't deserve to breathe another second more?
I despise myself.
I am not worthy of the world,
Yet I yearn for it.
No one bothers to ask me why I'm like this.
I don't blame them because I don't think I could give an answer anyway.
I'm simply nothing.
I'm not worthy of any amount of time or energy or spoken word or thought or breath or consideration.
That's all.
