It is after midnight again, and I have died a little inside once more.

The end of yet another day, whence I was nothing to no one.

No.  Not so, I was an annoyance, a pest, a walking reminder of mistakes and regrets.

Of a cost thought too high to pay, after the purchase.  An expense if you will.

I hear of my cost, though I must wonder at my value.

Do I even have a value at all?

Or am I merely an expense that has for some reason not yet been written off the books?

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