The speaker is asking a painful question: what am I worth? The poem opens by pricing the self in coins, a dollar, a quarter, a penny, as if love and value could be counted out in small change. That shrinking list sets the tone. The speaker feels worth slipping away with each line.
From there, the doubt gets more personal. The speaker wonders about being worthy of love, then of any love. They say they once looked to "the one up above" for answers, but now they look inward and find only "nothing." The poem describes a life spent running from pain, hurt and loss, never fast enough to escape. Even looking strong, the backup plan, didn't work, and they ended up begging to be held and comforted.
The mood is raw, tired and vulnerable. The ending, "I'm just so lost. / Trying to connect to dots," fits the subtitle "Connect the dots": the speaker is trying to make sense of their life and still can't see the picture.