what's the point?A Poem by paper vanhitewhat's the point of existing in a world where no one understands you? this place, this world, it's better off destroyed people fear what they don't understand they fear what they never experance in their pointless existance they hate not knowing which therefore they fear what they will never know people fear death death as much as they fear life itself we call them crazy, lunatics, mad mans, and so on then there are others that are depressed and cause pain to themselves to escapse this hell that's the emos, the masochist, the mentlely unstable and so on there so what if god has turned his back on us? so what if this world has gone mad? it's a one way ticket from here baby strap yourself in and enjoy the ride you best use what you know to survive i won't help you if you can't help yourself i won't save you if you can't save yourself what's the point to help the helpless? f**k life, suck it up, stand up, dry your eyes, and stand your ground i'll meet you half way if you reach me there if you can't, what's the point? © 2009 paper vanhite |
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1 Review Added on February 18, 2009 Authorpaper vanhiterichmond, VAAbouti write for fun and refuse to capitalize. if that gets on your nerves... well that's you lol. i don't like writing professionally if it's online and for my own amusement (therefor just about everythin.. more..Writing
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