Life seems so empty and pointless sometimes
even when good things appear
there overcome by fear
when everything you hold dear
will eventually disappear.
One second it’s there
then poof gone forever
seems finding true happiness
never can be done
from demons you can’t run
even when you feel complete
you still feel the ache of defeat
and you don’t ever even know what to do
because everything just seems wrong to you.
So you keep flowing through life
feeling like nothing is right
you ****ed up your own life in so many ways you can’t explain
you wonder what keeps us from putting a bullet through our brain
are we all truly suicidal or is it just a part of lives game
What is there to gain from feeling heartaches pain
what is there to gain from standing out in the rain
what is the point of living at all
when every time we stand up
all we do Is fall.
What is the point of easing through pain
when you know It’s all your going to feel everyday
you should accept it you can’t defeat it anyway
even if we all control our own lives
other people involved in them
make an outcome to
so what’s the different in you?
Maybe that’s all life appears to be
a ball of fear wondering when death will come for me
intimacy jealousy
in the end means nothing to anyone you see.
What Is
By Alex Suggs
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