Useless

When your limbs feel numb and refuse to move, I am there. When your heart is coated with lead and chained to your stomach, I am there. When your mind begs to slow itself down, I am there. I will always be there. I am not a part of you. You are a part of me. This hesitation, this fear, this loathing is me. You hate yourself. You want to be better, but you never will. You are not good. You hate everyone else. You despise your family, you cast out your friends and you shut off your soul. You think the only respite can be a full and total numbing. But even if joy is gone, I will always remain. You are an empty void that can never grow. You are useless. You have no value. No one will love you because you cannot love yourself. You are filthy. This world is disgusting and you have done nothing to repair it. You only make things worse for yourself. I know it. You know it. You are a waste. You are scum. You are not worth the energy required of life. Time will never stop and you will always struggle. You can never make things better. Never.