Unlovable #2

The quality of this life is torturous
A Struggle to survive emotionally daily
My tears are ever near, and when they fall they burn with acidic pain.
Isolation is my best and only friend,but even he stabs me with poisoned barbs in the still moments of the day.
The wounds lie infected and festering,oozing pus causing people to toss their heads and wince.

The love I crave is as far as the North is from the South,
For I am totally unlovable, repulsive and without hope.
Ridicule I am familair with, she is my shadow.
No good will come of me in this life.
So why continue with the farce??
Why?
Why?

I visualize God hearing my prayers, shaking his head and laughing contemptuously.
Even Satan sees me not worthy of temptation.
For I am as ugly as sin itself
As unlovable as wickedness.

Whoever created me..please let me pass on gently...soon