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All my life, I have thought.
What is the point of living?
My life is depressing, no point to it.
Why should I keep living? To love, to fear?
Be feared? Be loved?
The point of life is the mystery.
But for now, I'll live it, to see where it heads for me.
If it gets bad, get stronger, but the terrible makes me think.
Is death so bad? So evil? Or is it a wonderful thing.
Nothing about life is easy, nor really proven.
But to live and love it, it makes you wonder.
Why am I here? Is there a point to my life?
Am I just here for some decoration? Or do I have a purpose.
Life's a mystery, as they say, it jumps out at you.
But for now, I can wait for the surprises, but death,
Death will always be my friend, life and death, the point?
Nothing has an exact point, so what is the point?
We're made, but we do bad things. No point, none at all.
But back to my life, ride it like a highway, all night long.
The potholes are problems, my life's a very bumpy road.
God help others like me. Saten be with no one, rot in your prison.
What is the point of living?
My life is depressing, no point to it.
Why should I keep living? To love, to fear?
Be feared? Be loved?
The point of life is the mystery.
But for now, I'll live it, to see where it heads for me.
If it gets bad, get stronger, but the terrible makes me think.
Is death so bad? So evil? Or is it a wonderful thing.
Nothing about life is easy, nor really proven.
But to live and love it, it makes you wonder.
Why am I here? Is there a point to my life?
Am I just here for some decoration? Or do I have a purpose.
Life's a mystery, as they say, it jumps out at you.
But for now, I can wait for the surprises, but death,
Death will always be my friend, life and death, the point?
Nothing has an exact point, so what is the point?
We're made, but we do bad things. No point, none at all.
But back to my life, ride it like a highway, all night long.
The potholes are problems, my life's a very bumpy road.
God help others like me. Saten be with no one, rot in your prison.
My life sucks and this is it summarized, read it, and talk about it, compare it to your own life. Do what you want with this poem, even this has no point. Some lifes are a heck load better than mine, some are worse. But just because your life is terrible, doesn't mean you can't stand up to those around you. You may get hit, but if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger.
© 2012 - 2024 MrsRobertSheehan
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