Pointless

you're afraid to exist. you're afraid to die. what a way to live.

i try so hard to have a purpose

when i'm dead, it won't be something i'll miss

sometimes when i wake up on those days

i want to die, but i don't think it's a phase

it's a longing, a wish

i just want death to give me a kiss

it's hard to make me feel accomplished

because something is always amiss

when i'm proud of myself, i jump with glee

then i'll realize, i'm nothing but an annoying flea

i feel like i'm trying to reach happiness through a maze

and it just makes me craze

when is the last time i'm made sometime smile?

it sure has been awhile

there's always a quiet murmur when i walk by

why does that trigger me to die?

when i sit down in class

i don't pay attention, i wait for the time to pass

what's the point? i'm not going to be here later

if i don't die, i'll feel like a traitor

it's not like anyone will notice

my entire existence is just pointless

Author's Note

sorry for the sad poetry. only posting this on here to submit into a contest.

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

Good piece. The alienation is what everyone faces.
Keep up.

Cheers,
Peter.