What's The Point...

Look into my eyes,

Tell me what you see.

Is it the pain of goodbyes,

Or endless worry?

I know that life isn't fair,

I know people just don't care.

You tell your story, lay your soul bare,

People would sooner glare.

Trust, I know not who nor how nor why

And, to be honest, I'd much rather sigh.

For I've had my back stabbed before

And I've seen how people can be rotten to the core.

Tell me, what's the point of it all.

To like, to love, to fall.

I'd rather not have the pain

Of living life full of disdain.

These words I cannot say,

But I'll write them down instead.

Then I'll go on my way

Still alive but feeling dead.