Am I Worthy?
Love is a horrible mess of a thing.
Why do I dwell upon it when I’ve never experienced it before?
Am I a hack?
A pathetic loser?
A forever sad, lonely little boy with nothing better to do?
Why doesn’t anyone care about me,
Praise me,
Or give me words of encouragement?
Why must the world see me as a perverse individual,
And assume the worst of my personality?
Am I truly that terrible?
Am I unworthy of sleeping in the dirt amongst the dogs?
Of groveling in the waste of the masses?
Of crying in the privacy of my own heart?
Am I the scum of the earth?
Am I… Just what the hell am I?
Do I deserve the right to look upon your face?
Do I reserve the right to breathe the same air you do?
Should I lie in a deep dark pit under sixty feet of rotting corpses?
Should I disappear from the face of the earth,
Just so you can finally be happy?
Should I wallow in my own filth as the pigs do?
Should I feast from the infected wounds of an animal’s carcass?
Should I be alive?
Am I alive?
Am I breathing?
Tell me, is my heart still beating?
Am I dying?
Am I dead?