Why even live?
What's the point?
Aren't we all going to die?
Why ask question when
You'll never get any answers?
What is life?
What is love?
What is anything that
Is described by words?
Why do I have so many
Questions?
What is it like to die?
What is life?
Why does it hurt
So much to live?
Why doesn't anyone
Have any answers?
What am I worth?
Why even try?
What's the point?
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Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
