If the point of my existence is what I'm worth to someone. Then why should I live?

I did everything I was supposed to do, and I still can't find a job. I'm not useful. So why the fuck am I being punished when I did everything asked of me?

I ought to just cut my throat after eating a big meal, because literally majority of people just are so fucking indifferent to others people's problems that it doesn't matter what I do.

So as a artist, society has said I'm not good enough For my physical body, I'm weak For my mind, I'm not smart enough

So you've labeled me without me having anyone to say it whether you believe it or not.

Might as well die today before things get worse.