to have it all, yet have nothing to live for

I have a roof over my head.
I have food on my table, anytime I am hungry.
I have clothes on my back, and boots on my feet.
I have people that would love me, if I let them.
I have people who watch over me, to keep me safe.
I “have” all these things, that people say will complete a life, make it whole, and make it worth living.  I have no real reason to be sad, or discouraged.  
Yet, I am filled with self-loathing.  The hatred I have for what I am and who I am, cannot be surpassed by any other individual in this world, no matter what I would have done to them.  In my soul is a darkness, that was there at my conception. It’s not things, or people that make a person happy.  It is not events in life that make a person depressed.  It’s internal.  And some of us, were damned.

(Source: slowertoheal)