Portrait N.3
Sometimes I wonder if I should continue to exist.

The food I eat, the air I breathe, even the space I occupy,
Wouldn't someone better than me deserve them?

People say that you are worth it, that everyone is special in their own way.
If you weren't there, they would miss you.

But if everyone is so special, unique and essential, then why do we hate each other?

Why is the world such a horrible place to live?