I feel my self spiraling into a pit of despair. knowing one cares. not even my mate. in the deepest darkest parts of my mind it always lingers that im never good enough. always to fat or to ugly. never good enough to compete with the women that try and still my love . never good enough to compete with things i cannot see. in the dark of night i pray to die. for my agony to end, yet my maker will not let me die. why most he torment me this way. why cant he end it all. let my suffering end.
