What is our purpose in life?...
What good comes from our existence, and why is life worth living… These questions overwhelm me every day, thoughts racing through my head as I try to find some sort of answer.
My insecurities crushing me like quick sand as I helplessly grasp for something to keep me from sinking, but my hands find nothing…
Just more emptiness attributing to the sorrow and pain that haunts my soul.
I know not what my purpose is, or even if I’ll ever hold value in this world.
I only know that I hurt, every moment of every single day, pain finds its way into my heart, and I don’t know what to do other then to sit and sob…
I just want to be the reason someone smiles, or to know my life was worth something… is that so much to ask for?...