Think of You?

I am a complete disaster.
I am a mess.
I am dysfunctional.
I am unacceptable.
I am delayed.
I am retarded.
I am nothing.

All this you shout in my face.
I am all this and more you say.
Did it make you feel better when you said all this?
You are nobody to the world.
Or that is what you said to me.
Yet you were everything to me.
Your words killed me.
I am no longer in the land of the living because of your darts of death.
Did you expect me to stand on two feet after you threw all those at me?
I am none of the above.
For I am in fact better than all that.
You just never gave me the chance to express those to you.
I am something and you are nothing to me now.
Not in the sense that I am nothing to you.
But in the sense that I forgot to think about you.
But its all good because you don't think of me.