Nobody would miss me. Nobody would lose anything. I'd be quickly forgotten.

I guess I had potential at some point, but I lost it all to my demons.

I’m unworthy..

I’m unworthy of having a home.

I’m unworthy of having a safe place.

I’m unworthy of having food.

I’m unworthy of having an apartment.

I’m unworthy to live a decent life.

I’m unworthy to live a normal life.

I’m unworthy to keep or be kept.

I’m unworthy to money.

I’m too unworthy to be important to anyone.

I’m unworthy of having stability.

I’m unworthy of love.

I’m unworthy of family.

I’m unworthy of friends.

I’m unworthy of peace.

I’m unworthy of a car.

I’m unworthy of a good job.

I’m unworthy of comfort.

I’m unworthy of clothes.

I’m unworthy to society.

I’m unworthy of life.

I’m unworthy of a healthy mental.

I’m unworthy to God.

I’m unworthy to the Devil.

I’m unworthy to everyone and everything I come across.

So why am I still alive?

I have nothing and I’m unworthy of everything.

I will never be enough. Not for myself, not for anyone else.

why does rarely anyone want to be my friend or ends up leaving or avoiding me eventually? why am i never anyone's favourite friend?

I was never meant to be anything. The universe didn't have a plan for me.

I was simply a parasite meant to be eradicated.