I am stupid, ignorant,

I am stupid, ignorant,
and filthy sometimes,
Sometimes I am angry,
I am guilty sometimes.

Does this make me human?
Does this make me a man?
Does this helps me do things,
In ways that I can!

Working eight hours,
Paying out my bills,
I am secretly dying,
With few shocks, few chills.

Eating survival,
and breathing out pain,
Endlessly drifting,
in a bottomless drain.

Can this all be over,
Will I ever win,
Will this last forever,
Or is this just a dream.

Can this all be over, 

Will I ever win?
How long I'd been counting,
My flaws and my Sin!