Do you ever wonder what’s the purpose of living . I wake unhappy go to sleep unhappy dying in my own nightmare we call life every second of breathing its becomes apparent that I am closer to death corrosive on the inside why would I bother with life when death seems more peaceful I been dying since a child I been told to hold on to hope , my own mom and dad gave me up for the world to take. Everyone who I love has slowly wither away so explain why I can not be with them . No One quite understands me they say I am crazy . Or I have no reason to be depressed I an unhappy because my best will never beat the test, I will constantly fail, I will constantly be sad that I lost myself and the people who I thought I could trust talk about me like I am no more than wind in the dust or dust in the wind . Again I ask what the point of living?