My Luck, My destiny

Born on the thirteenth,
Has done enough damage to my life's destiny.
Everything I touch,
turns into dust.
Every road I turn-in
turns into a dead end

Why, I ask, to the world, to you and me?
I know the answer is simple yet complex,
And I am damn tired and vexed.

I call my friend, and, she says'
"I can't here, I'm on the other end".
I smile at my neighbor,
and he does not care.
I hear voices from the inside
Screaming!
"You are dead"! "You are dead"

So much for my luck!
So much for my destiny!
Why God in God's name, was I born on the thirteenth!