Everything I touch Turns to Sh*t

I have failed at everything I have ever tried...I have fallen on my face so many times it should be as flat as clay dropped from a 1,000 feet...but I still have my nose...my blinking eyes...I survive...somehow...the heart still beats...and I am better off than a dead billionaire...a dead genius...but my eyes water with the struggles and I even envy the dead at times...we lose everything when we die...and I am packing light.