Why

Why

A Poem by Samantha

 

What’s the point of life?
Can some one please answer that?
Don’t give me the crap of
Saying it’s the experience
What’s the point of being born?
Who cares if it brings joy when in the end there will be madness
From fights
The problems of life
What’s the point of dealing with it all?
When in the end you always lose
Why get a job
Why save for a car
Why wear your seat belt?
Why save for a house
Why put out the kitchen fire
Why go to school
Why get out of bed
Why get dressed
Why bathe or shower
Why wear makeup
Why eat
Why buy clothes
When in the end
You’re just going to die
And it will all mean nothing
Can some one tell me what the point of making friends?
Or finish school
Why buy that mp3 player
Why buy a TV.
Why
Can some one please tell me why?
 

© 2008 Samantha


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I see your point. This life is only a stepping stone. From the moment we are born, we are dying. Rejoice in death, mourn in birth.

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Added on February 27, 2008

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Samantha
Samantha

Winnipeg, Canada



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My Name is Samantha Call me Sam I'm 17 I have brown hair(red kinda right now) Green eyes I love to write, read, bikeride, sleep, talk on the phone, talk on msn, i love going to feelthaheat-.. more..

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