Entropy of Existence

Am I dead? Being stabbed by my own parents. It was humiliating. Was I really needed in this world? Everything rejected me in the end. Suddenly, my eyes were opened. I was beneath a heavy rain, and woke up nameless. I never remembered anything. I felt like I was rejuvenated. Wandering aimlessly through the uncertainty. As I tried to survive in this world, death almost struck me multiple times, yet I still remained. The world felt lifeless and disoriented. My existence was being asked over and over again.  Even being alive seemed false as the “world” tried to neutralize my presence here. The world was narrating it to me as an anomaly. Everything had consequences, and everyone drove to death. And I was experiencing that a name and existence would be forgotten.