What's the point of trying if you're gonna fail
What's the point of praying if you're born in hell
What's the point of love when there's only hate
What's the point of romance when loneliness is my fate
What's the point of living when you wanna die
What's the point of loving yourself when your very existence makes you cry
What's the point
Why do we even try
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
