I can see myself dying
But that's not the sad part
The scary part is that i don't see anyone beside my death-bed during my final moments
I don't see anyone missing me
Remembering me
Or even turning up at my burial...
...which makes me ask myself
Who was i living for so many years?
Why was i living?
How did i survive for so many years?
What was the purpose of my existence?
Did i actually ever live?
Who am i?
What is my identity?
What have i done?
I'm trying real hard to find an answer to all of these powerful questions
But all i'm coming up with is a big blank
And slowly but surely i'm learning about the non-existence of my existence
I must confess that to me this is quite a rude reminder of my insipid life
I had such high hopes from life
Where did all those fancy and delightful dreams disappear?
Those so-called friends,well-wishers and lovers..where are they?
So all this while the carrot that was dangling in front of me..never actually existed
This is really hard to take
Life...you are so unfair
What did i ever do to **** you off?