That awkward moment when you cry from your own writing 
I'm a cancer-causing agent 
You said so yourself 
At any given moment,
I can make you have
cancer, ulcer, heart attacks
I'm sorry for being the root of all disease
I'm sorry for being born 
I caused my sister to get PTSD 
She said so herself, 
I traumatize the family 
And if she went away for college, 
She wouldn't miss me 
When I asked her months later 
She said she never said it
But I remember it, and 
I see her following my footsteps 
I am a bad influence 
At any given moment 
She will skin pick 
She will eat compulsively
She will procrastinate 
She learned these from me 
I failed to contain it 
I'm sorry for being the root of all destruction 
I'm sorry for not being a good role model 
I'm sorry for being born 
I'm a handful to be around 
You can't stand me being here
You want me to disappear 
But you don't want me hiding, or
Wasting time crying, I 
Should be holding up, 
tending to everyone else
Minimizing the burden I am 
As much as I can 
I'm sorry for being the root of all suffering 
I'm sorry for spilling out 
I'm sorry for needing help, and 
For not feeling up to always helping out 
Skin picking long term can lead to cancer 
He said so himself 
I secretly hope I get cancer, 
instead of someone else 
But in the end 
cancer isn't what will kill me 
I'd refuse help
That's the punishment 
I deserve to have 
Because,
I'm sorry for being born
I'm sorry for causing pain
I feel so much guilt and shame 
I cannot bear to live one more day