ex·ist·ence

an existence without a meaning

is a fruitful nothingness 

a life without worry or pain

is a blissful ignorance                   

                                                          but is that so bad?

others say that i should do more

but honestly, i do to much.

other say i'm always lost

but i never had intention to be found

                                                         so am i lost?

why exist for another

when you cant even exist

why love

when it leads to hate

tell me please.

i am unable to retain this feeling

i think i am something more

but i cant stop feeling that 

the voice are actually there

                                                            what are they saying?

the words are muffled but i can make out some words

but the words i hear i don't want to hear

because they will make me think

and i will start to fe-

                                                         i forgot......

who am i again?

why did i live?

i guess we're back again

just an existence without meaning.