[What the purpose of living?]

Where could I go? Where is my place? Where am I supposed to stay? I sit down here in my bed, looking through my room, the only place I know. I breath as I count, 1, 2, 3, breath in, breath out, 1, 2, 3. Over and over again. I look around, I’m still in my room, it’s dark and lonely. I am searching for a helping hand, but I can’t find it. Where am I to go? Where is my place? I am facing nothing but darkness…. I’m surrounded with nowhere to go. Only my own cry is what I can hear, my own cry the only one who is near. As it echo around me… [what is the purpose of living?] I ask. [nobody knows] the darkness answer as it swallow me whole as I enter the distant land devoid of tears.