A Poem by Hopeless Dreamer

What's the meaning of life?
There's no point,
we're all born to die anyway.
Why put us here on this sick, twisted earth,
when everything's just down hill after birth?
Why give a life full of pain and regret, that's impossible to forget?

© 2017 Hopeless Dreamer

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Added on October 11, 2017
Last Updated on October 11, 2017