Maybe the dead

An anthology-
Someone trying out writing cuz' it feels like home.

I don't know.
-Min Hanna
I don't know what's made for me,
Is it the science or this pen?
I don't know what makes me happy.
Is it numbness or any feeling, whether it be pain?
I don't know if this is meant for me.
But I am doing it anyway.
Hoping one day my eyes open,
Whether what I see, darkness be
But a darkness that makes me happy.
Cuz' I still don't know what's made for me.
Is it science or this pen?