I Feel

I feel so worthless. I feel so cheap. I feel like a scumbag over which noone does weep. I feel like the outcast who could do no good. I feel like the bad seed in the neighborhood. I feel nothing worthwhile can come from me. I feel this is a statement to which everyone would agree. I feel like the positives have gone from my life. I feel like they've all been replaced with strife. I feel like I'm just second-rate. I feel that for disaster, I need only wait. I feel like a mask has been put on my face. I feel like true goodness is gone with no trace. I feel like noone would notice I'm gone. I feel like from me only sadness can be drawn. I feel like nobody would notice if I passed. I feel like what I desire matters last. I feel like my life is only hanging by strings. I feel like I've flown on broken wings. I feel that focusing on me is a waste. I feel this shows extremely poor taste. I feel that I am mentally deranged. I feel that from everyone I am estranged. I feel that others don't show me they care. I feel that of only negative vibes I'm aware. I feel that I should admit defeat. I feel that ending my life would be sweet. I feel there's one thing I know for sure. I feel inside of me there is an internal war.