I'm old. I'm ugly. I'm tired. I'm dumb. I have nothing to offer. What I do have, noone want's. I'm invisible. I'm useless. I'm done. I want to go home. There is no home to go to. The people in my past are gone and I miss them. I want to die on a sunny day, cool not hot. Maybe early spring. I worry for my pets. I love them. I miss Newark, Ohio. Playing in the sun and being loved. If I bleed, noone cares. If I'm sick, noone cares. What I made for dinner, noone cares. There is noone left to care. I'm existing. Not living. I serve no purpose. I'm done.