WhyA 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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1 Review Added on February 27, 2008 AuthorSamanthaWinnipeg, CanadaAboutMy 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..Writing
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