Purpose of Life

[Mac]

(written 12th December 2004)

I sit here asking - what is my purpose of living,
Is it to love, or to hate other beings?
In that case, where am I meant to go to,
Or what am I supposed to do?
Right now, these trickles of fun are flukes,
these shards of happiness that I go through
make me break and cry, scream, cuss, puke,
return me into the darkness I was born into
where nothing had purpose but to hurt.
These friends I have make me feel like dirt,
something trodden on, stepped on, spit on,
In these circumstances how do I go on
living looking as if I could ****ing care less,
where anything I do fills me with stress,
pain and sadness, I'm living to repress,
All I ask for is somebody to share this repression.
So in my final hours I write this letter,
writing these words somehow makes me feel better,
But all I am asking is the purpose.
Why do i live, why is this sh*t hurting?
I come to you all and all I now ask of you,
Is to help me get through what I'm going through.
Please...
Thank you...


#written in dedication to all of my ACF friends who make me feel that my life is worth living#

[Kawaii Shuichi]

OMG! MAC! :shock:

*Huggles and snuggles*

It's very good but I'm really sorry you feel that way. I'm here for you.

*Snuggles more holding tightly*

[Erk Mizuhara]

...how long did it take you to write that?! You've always told me you weren't in any way poetic, but that is better than all of mine combined. You've captured feeling and repression well, and i find it reaches into me and reminds me that i sometimes feel that way.

A fantastic poem, and i think you should write more like that. Poems are a good way of venting any stresses or worries, or showing happiness.

[ReiRei]

:shock: I agree with Shuichi *hugs him* we're here for ya and you wrote that very well...I loved it Mac

[Blades Of Nightmare]

sweet