unloveable

my world hates me she despises my existence he is annoyed by my breath they break down when I'm near am I the issue? do I cause harm by being? is my world better off if I'm not in it? would everyone be more happy? why am I here? do none of what I do make a difference? is everything I do a waste? am I not worthy? should I not exist? but then... an image of a young boy who lost his mother at 11 who went through teenage hood wishing he can fight with his mom wishing he had her around for his big moments wishing for more time even though we were there for him it wasn't enough nothing can replace his mother that image grounds me keeps me from ending my life because I have a choice and I choose to live tomorrow will be a better day