So I guess my hard work doesn't matter. I don't have the abs I want I just want to stop eating what little I have now. I feel the need to avoid people. Living life never close to anyone. Knowing everything you do and show for is always unnoticed. Then when your sad about it you're always lonely. That person you want to hug you then is all in your head.
My life is nothing more than this.
I didn't choose this it chose me. I avoid trying to offend and please everyone feeling I can't be allowed to have feelings. There's my problem I guess let others come before me but what the ****, do I have to show for.

My belly rumbles coming home from work knowing there isn't as much food as I like to see. That I have two share with other people knowing they be better off eating happy over you.
Love is non existent what is it?
I don't know I try to show it the best I can and all people do is want me dead gor it.
They call me weak *****. I shouldn't get **** because I give a ****.
That's what I get for living. I get beaten and raped and humiliated if I died the world might cry ir just forgot I was there.

I just poetically described my life