what is the point in this life
if we only ever lve in pain
what is the point in loving
if we hurt others
if life is such a joy
why are there depressed people
if life is what you make it
why can we not change things
what is the point in living
if we dnt live forever
what is the point in life
if our its only purpose is death
why is life so meaningless
if its supposedly so precious
why am i sitting here writing this
because i have lost the will to live
life is only pain
i have only hurt others
i cannot seem to change the way i am
im not goingto live forever
i will die sooner than most people think
life is not precious
Author notes
4 numb
A contest entry
- I want Sad Poems!! by ClassicallyBroken.
1877 points, ended November 23, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i actually loved this, just makes you think twice why everything happens. 'what is the point in life
if our its only purpose is death' loved that part as it just explains life in one short sentence which is sad and gloomy yet true. i love this piece you're a great poet writer
well done and thanks for writing this
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Maney, I am glad to see you are happier now than when this was written and I hope you never feel thisway again. we all hurt others but it is our ability to correct those mistakes that makes life worth living. People are more resiliant than you think and you can never hurt someone to the point that it can't be corrected...as long as you are both willing to try.
I like the piece it is quite thought provoking and it has made me see a dif side of you. I like the hyperactive kid in the CB better
keep on writing you are great
well done
-Dustin-
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I absolutely love the stanza: "If life is what you make it, then why can we not change things". I am struggling with this currently for the fact that I have tried to go back to college only to have to drop out AGAIN because I had to get a second job so that I could buy my own car after mine went back to the dealer because I couldn't pay for it, cause my hours were cut at work causing me to search for other employment only to have to quit that job cause I couldn't find a reliable ride to get there and back home so on and so forth with all the bullshit that was ultimately out of my control... I ended up right back at square on where I am at still. I think I'm going to reassess my situation and this time I will realize what IS in MY control area and work with what isn't. Something I've not done in the past. I do believe that life is what you make it to a certain degree; difficult, slowly paced, easy as possible, thought that rarely works out as planned, or for some, so fast that they lose track of everything including themselves as was the case with me. I have come to the realization that I have stopped commenting on others poems because while I had plenty of time to write them I somehow had no time to read them, thus, cutting my self off of having another point of veiw about somethings. I have also realized that I am still an artist, albeit, not as inspired as I once was, but that will inevitably come from me stopping to smell the roses once in a while instead of trying to picture them already cut and in a bouquet! Take care love, that's where it's at.
Uch
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This is great!!I hlf agree with u...but u wouldnt be able to write the poem if u werent living!!!and that would have been horrible coz I wouldnt be able to read it!!!!!!hehe anyhow great work!!
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ummmm
i have to disagree. life is one of the most precious gifts-no THE most precious gift this dark and dreary world has to offer. The hard times we encounter along the way help to make us realize what the good times are. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, it just takes a while to get there once you're in the dark.
I hope you get to feeling better.
~*~*erika*~*~
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Great expression on this searching reflection of life and pain.
Ok, you're challenging us, and I'll take you up on it.
If this is really how you felt at the time you "penned" this poem, then you need a big brother. I have two younger brothers (five and ten years my junior) and am a father as well. I've been through my own head in many different ways, and I cut through games and other crap with a lazer when my razor needs sharpening.
When I was your age, I was playing evil characters in D&D to get out my angst and frustration. Through high school I wrote my term papers on subjects that screamed for my teacher to ask, "What's going on with you?", to no avail.
You should write me. I'm looking forward to knowing you.
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hmmm
this piece was a little depressing ,
and very opinionative ,
not that theres anything wrong with that ,
its seemed like a sort of vent , which makes it relatable ,
im sure weve all asked these same questions ,
aside from some typos (like im the one to talk) *giggle*
this is a very good write , ty for sharing !
~ ♥ Rena ♥ ~
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I love you
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