Why cant i understand
whats roaming through my head
if i don't get it then who can
am i doomed to live my life
hating me and loving me
never letting people see
surrounded by friends, but all alone
gifted in ways that are never known
wanting for what remains undone
i wake in the morning and wonder
what will i do to fill this time
waiting for my turn to die
is that really living life
should it be so filled with strife
it is said we all have a purpose
a reason our mothers cried and bled
to bring us life
all my years I've wondered why
my searching has lead me here
to this conclusion have i come
my purpose is to feed a worm
