What Point?
what point is there to move on?wheres the influence to live very long?
why should i bother to live another day?
with all this pain, is there a way?
whats stopping me from putting a plug in my head?
whats holding me back from becoming dead?
wheres a point that tells me to live on?
wheres a sign that nothing is wrong?
my life, my dreams, body and soul
are all in torture from life so cruel
so why do i bother continueing on?
when theres no point of being punished, i did nothing wrong
when did my time truly end?
when did i pass the last bend?
for me the road is clearly shown
between life and death, future unknown
so people like me, so what?
everyone has someone who likes them, lets be blunt
so why do i bother living a shitty life?
so why do i suffer from pain and strife
these are the questions i have always asked
these are the questions fro mmy life's present and past
these are the questions no one has ever answered
these are the questions from the tortured
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