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What's the point with living when dying always ends dreams,
the themes of teenager hopes with feminine regimes,
what's the point with screaming when nobody is listening,
run as fast with no hopes, image of love is crippling,
what's the point with caring when no one is here to miss me,
these pages are wasted on a low life's depressing history,
what's the point with being tired of living sick and tired,
i've moved my feet endlessly high and wired,
what's the point with giving anyone a second thought,
once is enough when a dog is what i bought,
what's the point with writing and filling in blank pages,
my life is going no where but slowly spiraling down in stages,
what's the point, i just want to lay in my bed,
if thoughts could kill i might just wake up in heaven dead.