whats the point?
Who needs to know the point of life?
When I have the point of a knife.
Whats the point of playing,
This game we call life?
Life like fire
When all that’s going to happen
Is we get burned?
Why is the human race, such life junkies?
Why go through all this crap,
Just to die anyway?
I’m serious,
Why do we care about the environment so much?
When no one will actually help?
We have destroyed the planet…
Now lets destroye our selves.
Come on girl,
Run that knife through your heart.
There truly is no point…..
by
SilentlyScreamingInsideposted on 03/08/2008
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