Worthless
I loathe my existence
I don't deserve to live
I'm pricked by my conscience
Myself, I can't forgive
I'm broken and filthy
I'm worthless like refuse
I'm damaged property
A product of abuse
My darkness I abhor
Why am I still alive?
I'm rotten to the core
From death, why did I survive?
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