A little about myslef

I'm pathetic.
I'm lonely.
I'm worthless.
I'm unhappy.
I'm trying.
I'm disappointed in myself.
I'm unlovable.
I'm ugly.
I'm repulsive.
I'm clumsy.
I'm foolish.
I'm dumb.
I'm anything but perfect.
I'm ready to just end this terrible thing called life, because if anything I'm just making those whom I interact with miserable and only drag them down.
Is it time to kill myself? No.
Do I just keep suffering? Story of my life.

Where am I?

last goodbyes and regrets
haven't found motivations yet
slipping down the wells
water filled emotions, in a fell
containment, entrapment, denial, and fear
the feels of my living year
tell me was life this way in past
or is the future just aftermath?
living contamination is my emotion
a hazardous expression in motion
pulling down the well brick by brick
my whole family makes me sick