Why life is so hard,
And why am I alive?
When nobody cares about me,
About my pitiful life,
So, why am I still here?

Why did God creates me?
Was is so I could tip a hole through my soul?
Pull my heart tight out of my chest?
Stomp on it and watch it breath for it's very last breath?

I have no purpose in this forsaken world,
So why am I still here?
You've given all others purposes,
But you've left out me,
Does this mean I should take my own life?
Am I just an empty vessel in your eyes?

Was it mean I created as pawn in your game?
My life means nothing,
I have no purpose,
So, why am I still here?
I have no heart nor soul,
Should I take my own life?
Is that what I was created for?

Am I just an empty vessel?
That has been born and that will die,
So, why am I here?
And why was I created?
Was it so I could suffer for what I may have done in my past life?
I don't understand why am I still here.
Can somebody help this empty vessel to find a purpose of life?

I trapped in this little world,
Because my heart and soul,
Have been ripped right out of my chest,
Devoured by darkness,
I'm left here to die,
Crying for eternity,
I'm just an empty vessel.

So, for the last time I ask again,
Why am I still here?