My hurt

Wasted days I have lived
Nothing given nothing earned
What is my existence
Why am I here
What world am I living in  
Who's mind have I stolen  
With my wicked ways
Once was young and hopeful
Now nothing lift but darkness
My hurt is no greater then others
But it also is no less
We all live our own hurt
But we live we must
Fore it is this hurt  
That makes us want to live  
My hurt is the pain I feel daily  
But I keep going for my friends
I don't want them  
To feel the hurt I feel