Whats the Point?

Whats the Point?

What's the point?

is this life coming to an end?

do we continue to pretend, that we

lived

or do we admit that we only existed

I'm sick of pretending!

WHAT'S THE POINT!

Why won't you just kill me?

Destory me, living in this

Poverty strinken state we call

Humanity

I'm already broken lost in this

Isolated solitude of Hells

reckoning

Free yet still locked in person

I need help

Can no one see?

Does no one hear my dispirited cry?

Or am i over looked?

It's easy to turn your cheek and not

see my plea, bleeding, hoping, and lying

I'm the voice of the helpeless

The voice of those who can't scream

the voice, those who are in need

where are you!

we need you

I'm the voice of the crying

we're pleaing

But what's the point?

because you're still pretending... ... ...

Written by: Unknown

Date: unknown