For What Am I? Poem by Am I drunk or a Poet ?

For What Am I?

I find death scary,
But life not worth living,
for what am I?
An empty shell?
a lost soul?
half of what I once was?
Maybe I wasn't anything to begin with,
Maybe I am just a body,
Maybe that's why I will never have talent,
And just sit here and waste my existence.

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