Hey. I'm just... complicated right now. Review.

Life is Life but

What is the point of all this?

What is the point of

living,

or dying,

or laughing,

or crying?

Everything goes on!

Even after, oh,

long after I stop,

everything else

won't.

I will be there white,

whiteBoneswhiteMarkerwhiteSunwhiteFeathers

maybe,

but will I still be alive?

No.

Everyone else will go on

because they aren't dead, every

thing

else will stay because they don't care.

Write a book,

sing a song,

make a difference

or something

Why does it happen?

Crying tears over nothing

Screaming because you just can't do anything else, and even then you can't scream

Laughing

because you're so starved

Why does it happen why

Life is Life is Life is Life

So why

is it

so empty

Why is it so grey when it even exists or

Why is it even here because I am so insignificant that I can't even

begin

to process what's going on

and by the time I do it'll be too late, too late

and everyone will move on and then stop

and everyone will stop

and everyone will move on and never move on

Life is Life is Life is Life

but what is Life

if nothing at all!

Why put us here, why, why

Why make us stay,

force us to do nothing and die a thousand

times and live only once and it's not even

worth it most of the time, just a few seconds

because Life is Life is

Life is

Why does it happen?