How I Am Poem by dennis f. rigdon jr.

I can't name one to be happy for. I have no one who adores me for me...It's so hard to endure and I had it all, But I fell.
It's all gone.Nothing to live for.I pour my heart and soul into my writing. Is this life really worth trying for? ?
I sometimes think I would be better off dead. It might be hard to understand how I can say this, but I wish the words I said before were true.
Do you really know me or you need me to show you how I am. How I’m doing?

Bad. I’m so sad.