Contemplations

People seek a will to live

I yearn for a reason to die

I am waste of space

But there is space to waste

A nobody, talentless

Yet not the bottom of the barrel

Cursed and Afflicted 

Sadly not enough to end me

To die for no reason

Is it such a bad thing

Neither high nor low

Worst than Limbo

For i feel less highs than lows

So now i just struggle

I think one simple thing

Is want reason enough?