Why do I Exist?

Why do I exist? A question that’s frequently on my mind Every single day, I do new things I try and try To rid of these feelings Yet to understand myself, with failure I abide I wake up everyday Put on the clothes I layed out I attend school Go home, do my homework, without a doubt I work out, and go to bed I don’t think anything of it, only empty is in my head But what is my purpose? Why am I here? The answers cannot be found As my repetitive days aren’t making it clear Sometimes my days are bad Sometimes they’re good But I never understood The life I’m living. I don’t want to die But I wish I was never born If I passed, many would cry Though it wouldn’t matter to me, as I’d be gone Forever. There’s so many possibilities in my life So much to strive Beauty in every aspect Yet if I died, it’s okay because None of that would matter anymore. I’d be mourned, yes, but eventually forgotten Yet I still sought to find the reason why I’m here But my life doesn’t matter No matter how hard I try I can’t find a purpose So in the void I’ll cry.