What's the point?

Why am I here, on this planet ?

Why do I cry so much?

Why do people lie?

Why do I lie to myself?

I ask myself these questions everyday. I go through a lot and act like it's nothing when the marks on my arm and thigh prove that to be a lie. I feel like I'm changing into the me I never wanted to be. At this point I'm wait on the day I have the balls to stop my pain permanently.