I'm Better Than Dead Poem by Vic Jarson

I'm better than dead
From morning till i go to bed
Dont kill me with your words, appreciate my presence instead
Even if i dont pay a cent for your bread

I'm better than dead
Even if hopelessness puts a bounty on my head
Even if i didnt try and love fled
Even if my words were not meant to be said

I'm better than dead
Even if my hopes have began to fade
May it be heard, may it spread
Even if this poem will be ignored and not read