"A Poem Without A Point"

So you want to know how I feel
Lost, broken, confused, twisted
I am a poem without a point
Neither here nor there
I am a token of disorder
Not worth my net value
The lowest of the low
From the depths of pathetic
Nothing to be proud of
Nothing to look forward to
God won’t even buy my worthless mortal soul
The devil won’t even let me knock on his door
I’m stuck in between heaven and hell
But this is one secret I’ve decided to tell