Tell me why I am alive,
when so many good people have to die.
Why do I have to endure,
when there are sick children, for who we do not have a cure.
Tell me why I hate my life,
when others are so much worse off than I.
People grow hungry but I am scared to eat,
their children are left abandoned, while love, just falls at my feet.
I have a house, and I have a name,
yet here I am, warped, sick and insane.
Tell me why I am alive.