bugs of life

It feels like bugs are crawling under my skin, all over my body.

I get tired of scratching and just let them be.

At least it's a sign of life.

I just work here, no say, no partnership, no soulmate.

Just the door end of a battering ram day after day after day after day after day.

Pray for release, help, deliverance.....

Nothing.

That's how worthless I am:  Nothing.

Not sure why I go on day after day, I've never felt this nothing to look forward to feeling.

The only feeling I have.

Chicken shit, that's why I'm still here.

Always have been, always will be.

It's all....surreal.