I am not worth anything. Not me, I ruin everything. And I am not worth anything. I ruin everything. At DBT I saw lots of Me. Across from me, to each side of me. They were Me and I could see that what has become of me is a tragedy. No one needs one more minute of me. What is plain to me is that I should not be.  Relentlessly they come to me. Voices from the past agree. They blister me, correcting me, exposing me, like a schoolboy bend over their knee. Reminding me what they once said to me when they gave up on me. Finally.