The answer no soul knows The questions always untold Longing for truth shows Solutions no one can hold
Where am I? Who am I? I say to my self. What am I? Why am I? Deteriorating with my mental health.
Are we even real? How do we even feel? Are we even living? Or are we bound by string? What is this way of life? Why is it full of strife?
Questions always untold Solutions no one can hold
___________________________________ (Thank you for reading. A poem I made using the prompt word Existence)