Lost without a soul

Lost without a soul where do I go.  I can’t turn left, I can’t turn right.  To die is a sin, but have I even begin?  So much life to live, but what if I can’t live my life.  So many roads left to discover, crossroads to choose from, and decisions to make.  Inside I feel lifeless, but have so much life left to give.  I give my life every day, and it is always taken, but never given.  I will soon, it feels like, have no more life to give, which means no more life to take.  Without life to take, what is left to be given.