If I left today,
Leaving behind my name and a memory.
Like a useless object,
No one would notice if it was here or gone.

Worthless, Ugly, Unworthy.
Those were your words to describe me.
Your words put me in this position.

Deciding between black or white,
Or
Deciding between life and death.
Life and death seems the easier option.

I feel unlovable,
This state of being is depressing.
Maybe people will understand.

Why would anyone even care about understanding.