Purpose of living

17 years.
6209.25 days.
149022 hours.
8941320 minutes.
536479200 seconds.

Wasted so much time.
Not yet understanding life.
What is My Purpose For Living?

Wonderings

That rose..
The one that was created by blood.

That beauty..
The one that was created by pain.

That happiness..
The one that was created by tears.

That love..
The one that was created by death.

Greeted by Dark at the end..
Chanced with Life from the beginning.
Gambled against Sad throughout..
Fought by Black all the way.

Replace.
Not co-exist.

Die,
Not live.

Change,
Not with.

Fear,
Not faith.

Writing when you have no idea,
How you are feeling...

I can't take of this mask.
I already lost all senses.
I don't want to lose this too.

But, I can't pretend anymore.
But, I don't want to feel.
But, I am suffering from indifference.
But, I have lost my pain.













No longer knows anything,
No longer hopes for care.
No longer wants love..
Only pain
Only loss
Only death.