I have made it to the point in life
When I don’t understand why I am living
To when I’ve become so selfish
I have just given up on giving
I don’t bother to recommend myself
And I have given up when the battle is won
Because I have reached the point in my empty life
That nothing is no longer fun
Because I cant find the point in living
If I will eventually die
And I can’t find the point in being myself
If myself I cannot find
Because through the view of my own eyes
I see all that is lost
Ego damaged people
Who feel they aren’t worth the cost
Because I’ve become one of those people
Who cry just for sympathy
Because being myself has gotten me nowhere
And all at lost is me
No one will ever miss my questioning mind
And no one will ever bother to say
“That person has made a difference”
Because life doesn’t work that way
And I feel I only love others
So I would get some love in return
Because my pointless life is meaningless
And nothing I have learned
So my mirror can be my example
Of what I never want to be
So why not change my personality
Because all at lost is me
Copyright 2002 Dark Poet 13–John Andrew Fowler |
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