what's the point?

what's the point?

A Poem by paper vanhite

what's the point of existing in a world where no one understands you?

this place, this world, it's better off destroyed

people fear what they don't understand

they fear what they never experance in their pointless existance

they hate not knowing which therefore they fear what they will never know

people fear death death as much as they fear life itself

we call them crazy, lunatics, mad mans, and so on

then there are others that are depressed and cause pain to themselves to escapse this hell

that's the emos, the masochist, the mentlely unstable and so on there

so what if god has turned his back on us?

so what if this world has gone mad?

it's a one way ticket from here baby

strap yourself in and enjoy the ride

you best use what you know to survive

i won't help you if you can't help yourself

i won't save you if you can't save yourself

what's the point to help the helpless?

f**k life, suck it up, stand up, dry your eyes, and stand your ground

i'll meet you half way if you reach me there

if you can't, what's the point?

© 2009 paper vanhite


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it's so strong. It really gives people a push, you know? very good writing ^^

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on February 18, 2009

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paper vanhite
paper vanhite

richmond, VA



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i write for fun and refuse to capitalize. if that gets on your nerves... well that's you lol. i don't like writing professionally if it's online and for my own amusement (therefor just about everythin.. more..

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