Am I with purpose or am I with none?
Will I die in my sleep or in an accident?
Will I live to 100 or lose myself midway?
Will I still be as depressed as I am today?
Will I lie to myself and continue living anyways?
If lying is all it takes to make me believe in better days,
Will I still be thinking like this or will my mind eventually change?
If I meet more people, will they all be different or similar or the same?
Will they make me feel small and worthless or simply non existent?
Would some of them even care about my tiny, little...