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What's The Point
What's the point in caring for someone when they can be torn from you.
And nothing will help, There's nothing you can do.
What's the point in running through the rain.
When it's pouring down in me drowning me with pain.
What's the point in never giving up.
When everything I do always get screwed up.
What's the point in having a family of my own.
When I'm scared to build a loving place to call home.
What's the point in sheading tears,
When everyone just feeds off your weakness and fears.
What's the point in letting people get close you my heart?
WHY? So they can just tear it apart.
What's the point in giving my all,
When it doesn't change the fact that I feel like I'm on a long and spiraling fall.
What's the point in faking this smile any longer.
What's the point in trying to stay stronger.
There are lots of reasons why I do things that I do,
But what's the point in explaining them to you.
Can you turn back time.
Can you give me back what's rightfully mine.
Can you stop or take away my pain?
Can you make my world shine and take away this rain.
I've lived thiis way for quite a while.
Long enough for me to master this fake smile.
But what's the point in pretending anymore.
What's the point in trying to put back together what was torn.
I was torn apart.
So I make slashes to heal my heart.
Only because the pain feels better physically.
It's nothing compared to the pain I feel emotionally and mentally.
So tell me what's the point in living today.
When my feelings are killing me anyway.
Written by: Twylla Medina
