Why was i born.......?

I hate this town. Its filled with memories I'd rather forget. I go to school everyday, hang out with my friends, and then I go home. There's no place i'd rather not go ever again. I wonder if anything will change....will that day ever come. This is a world that has ended. It's cold. Nothing is born and nothing dies. Not even passing time exists. If i were looking for somewhere to be born, I don't think I would choose this world. And in this world, such as it is, it's filled with loneliness and despair, a place where people talk without speaking, a place where people hear without listening. I wonder if a time will come where all this darkness will light up, I hope that a person will come and save me from myself, we will go out to a place that is warm and every day something new and exciting happens, a place filled with sunflowers, a place where despair cannot reach me, yeah a place where wishes come true.

I am a small little boy living in this empty and still world, my body has been hollowed out and filled with emptiness, I'm blind, I'm deaf, I can't taste, I can't smell. I don't ask for much, just one thing...to be able to feel.

Why was I born? I never asked for it anyway, my life is the worst gift someone has ever given to me.