Why? ? ? ? Poem by anonymous one

Why am i still alive
when there is nothing left to live for
no friends, no family
and no love im sure

Ive been lying awake
feeling cold and alone
thinking of the future
away from home

What joy might come?
from this empty life
maybe nothing?
which would result with the knife

Am i still breathing?
or am i dead?
i dont know, i dont care
cause apparently im f****d up in the head!

Is this what you wanted?
is this how it is going to end?
bleeding my heart out
with nothing but this knife as a friend?