What is life?

Does life have a purpose, a meaning?

Why did I survive, should I better be nonexistent, unimportant

Why did life pick me?

So I can feel the loneliness

So I can feel the pain

The illness that is consuming me.

What was the plan of my existence?

If I have no one to share my secrets, my happy memories, my sad days or even my crazy ideas.

If all around me are fakes, hiding in that white mask, smiling and saying that they will always be there for me

Why do they lie to me?

What did I do wrong?

Why have they punished me?

Everyone I know are fakes.

And no--- I’m not exaggerating is the bitter truth. Nobody knows me well. Nobody knows my fears, my demons not even my family. And no--- I’m not being hopeless,

Believe me, I still have faith.