Why do I feel like life is just a set-up?
Life is just a distraction for the upcoming death…
I am living my life, trying to become someone in this cruel judgmental world and all I get in return is a funeral.
I am so afraid to die, but I’m beginning to be afraid to live as well… knowing that each day I wake up, is a day closer to my extinction.
Breathing, fighting, trying?
All just to end up inside the earth;
with no conscience, no mind, nothing
Does that make sense?