Why was I born?
To exist on this earth
with the eternal agonies
having to endure this cruel world,
which has endless pain
stabbing me every day,
every minute,
and every second.
What is the point in living?
When everybody knows they're not going to survive.
Is it God's joke?
His way of amusement,
to watch his 'creations'
earn a living,
Fall in love
Achieve happiness and sorrow
And end,
Always end
to the tears,
of their loved ones.
Is this fair?
No.
But life isn't fair
we have all been taught that at one time or another.
what's the meaning of life? by hokulani
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Angst, Words: 107, Favs: 1, Published: 4/4/2004
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