What's the point of my being?
What's the point of all my screaming?
Is there a reason for anything?
A reason for my suffering?
I don't know if it's true
But I think I know what I must do
Lend me your hand
For I am here to help you stand
I suffered to be able to know
The pain you refuse to show
Let me help to take it away
I'll help forge the steps to a better day
This is why I was in in pain
This is why my soul's a stain
To benefit those ready to give in
To help open your eyes to the sin
This is my reason that I hold close
The reason I don't go and overdose
I'm here to help my friends
And I'll continue helping until my life ends
so i realized what i'm put on this earth for. well what i'm choosing to believe what the reason is. and i think it's to help others. hope i'm right.
Aaawwwesommmeeee. Really hits the feels.
aww, your always so amazing at writing poems
Such a beautiful thought! It gives meaning and reason to all the bad stuff that happen to people Such well-written, too!
You aw me with your poetic prowess...seriously, this is beautifully written- nice word choice and rhymes