Lake of sorrow

I am drowning in a lake of sorrow

What’s the point of living?

But there is no point in dying if no one will cry your loss

When you feel this lonely, your life matters Because it’s a story without words 

You start as someone, you are identified by a name and, when you die, there should be a story 

The story of [insert name here]

How could someone be unworthy of a story?

When you are dead inside, there is no one around and no story will be told 

So what’s the point of dying?

The only alternative is rooting until the body reveals the emptiness of your meaning 

And you drown.