What am i?

Who am i to have problems, when i look around i see total devastation. who am i to say i have a bad when i see people in tears. i don't deserve comfort, i deserve death for ever feeling that i needed love when i should give all mine away and crawl to hole a die. who am i to say that my day was bad when people who love die and people cry from there loss of there loved ones. how could i be so selfish to them. how could i have been so selfish. i deserve to wither away like trash.

what am i to be who i am.
damn the soul that harvests my life.