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?