Why? Why are we here?
I've asked this too many times,
And never answered.
Why am I here when I don't want to be?
I should just end this pointless life.
I try and I try, but I just can't do it.
Why will my questions never be answered?
Does anyone care? I don't think they do.
Will this pointless life just end soon?
Or will I find the meaning, the point,
The reason for my fears?
It seems as if everyone was put here,
To bring me down, piss me off, to break me
But one day, they'll see,
When I'm gone,in my note,
I'll tell how much of their crap I took,
And how much I hate them.
I'll tell them everything anger,sadness,jealousy,feelings of betrayal
But one day they'll see.I'll show them all



 
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