Sits by the window starring into space.
Why am I here? Why was I born?
Why did God create me?
What is the purpose of my life?
To make others happy.
To be alone till the day I die.
To find true love.
Tell me this God.
Why do I exist?
I have nothing to live for so why did you give life to me?
Am I meant for something special?
Or did you do it for fun?
Do I deserve to live?
Or was I a mistake?
Closes the window and goes to bed.