Lazarus in a parallel world where Jesus was never born.

I don't know why I was born,
I didn't ask to be
I don't know why I was raised the way I was
I don't know why I'm needy
Which is what they call someone who is like a flower
In a hurricane
And just wants to love someone and be loved back
I don't know why I am punished for this
Surrounded by people
Who can't stand me
I don't know why I'm even alive
If I was damned from the get-go
I don't know how many people would even care
If I let go.