Am I Actually In Hell? Poem by Efrat Rose

Sitting on earth
Staring at the moon
I got nothing left
So will it and soon?
I am lonely like the sun,
Setting at the east,
Nothing seems to be fun,
And why do I exist?
Looking at the flowers,
They seem pretty sad.
Do you think my ending, will look so bed?
They told me I got wings,
Just like butterfly,
Is it my day to shine? Have I already died?
How do I know
If it's so hard to tell
If I am sad and like so,
Am I actually in hell?