A poem about the way view my situation.

What component makes up love?
And turns it so intense,
Is it something from above?
That makes it this immense?
Why I can’t be stoic, cruel, and very vain,
Why must I wish to be these things to see if my feelings change?
My heart and soul I’ve given to share,
But at the end nobody cares.
I live afflicted with all these fears,
Of love I’m addicted and that is clear.
I am not worthy of being loved greatly and with sincerity, I’m never valued, I’m never chased my worth has no integrity.
I’m only played, I’m only taunted and of course let’s not forget deceived, I ask for Gold when I’m worth Silver and why I can’t perceive.
Perhaps it’s product of my youth;
This impatience that I feel,
But this is the only truth that my experiences reveal.
I’m not worthy of being happy I can tell with each deep breath, it’s so pathetic! Many failed suicide attempts I’m not even worthy of my death.
At the end it doesn’t matter, there’s not much that’s left to do,
But if I’m wrong I beg you tell me;
What am I worth to you?
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