Tell me

Tell me why I'm still here. We are nothing. All of us are food for the worms and those worms are food for the worms until there are no worms. The planet will come to dust and not a whisper of what we claimed to be will be left. So tell me. Tell me why I got out of bed today. Tell me why I haven't built the courage to drink bleach yet. Why am I giving an ounce of effort to this day when all I will ever be is nothing. All anyone will ever be is nothing. Why.