Worthless

I feel cold.
Lifeless.
Nothing.
It’s as if I don’t exist.

I’m just lost.
Forlorn.
Confused.
What am I to anyone?

I sit here.
Waiting.
Wishing.
Hoping that I can break free.

The chains hold.
Tighten.
Clenching.
Binding me for what I’ve done.

Oh, dear Lord,
What have I done?