The unlucky one

I am the unlucky one.

I have been chosen to heal wounds and bring light to the worlds darkness.

I am the unlucky one.
I have been chosen to be there when no one else will be, sturdy and strong.

I am the unlucky one.
I have been chosen to carry all of your pain and anguish with open arms and a smile on my face.

I am the unlucky one.
I have been chosen to bring love and hope to those who desperately need it, knowing it will never be wanted.

I am the unlucky one.
I want to be the darkness that those in pain acknowledge.

I am the unlucky one.
I want to be the hurt in the world that entices emotional response.

I am the unlucky one.
I want to be heartache and despair, to be felt inside their core.

I am the unlucky one.
Never what is needed, never what is wanted.

I am the unlucky one.
Always what is consumed, always what is discarded.

I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.
I am the unlucky one.

What am I...