what is the purpose of life?
to be perfect?
to be remembered?
to be happy?
to be experienced?
all of those feelings and achievements will cease to exist once you're gone from this world.
no one will remember who you are,
what you did,
or what you said.
therefore, there is no purpose in life.
(a/n sorry... this was bad. i'm not the best at writing. i apologize)
YOU ARE READING
ugh.
Poetryif you don't want to listen to poems (mostly rants though), then it's okay. i just want people to know how i'm feeling right now. (also warning: some poems may be really depressing, but i am NOT depressed.)
