Never Meant to Be...

Who am I to believe I was loved?
Who am I to believe that I could ever be loved by anyone in that way?
Who am I to search for love, and seek it out?
I, who is but a monster?
Who is nothing more than the dirt beneath our shoes?
Who is completely useless just as much as the dead, undiscovered darkness in space?
Who is replaceable, expendable?
Who is nothing more than a waste of time, creation, space, and air?
Who's very existence is nothing to anyone but the enemy in a battle zone to grant them an extra kill?
I, who means nothing?
I, who is never meant to have love?
I, who was never meant to be?...
I, who is nothing and don't mean anything?...
I guess now, I can leave...
Just never meant to be...