We exist to hurt people
and hurt is bad.
We exist to die again,
and dying is sad.
We exist to suffer,
and suffering is pain.
We exist as a cycle,
repeating things again.

We exist as puppets,
our minds run by others.
We exist to have children,
be fathers and mothers.
Why should we exist
if no good comes of it?
Why should we live
when life is shit?

by Sam