Is there a goal for us to fulfil, as we stumble through this life?
Is there a meaning for the everyday intentions for which we strive?
Is there a purpose to all of this concern that we ignorantly follow?
Is there a reason why I always seem to feel so alone and forever hollow?
I know god won’t answer these questions,
He’s severely silent and painful subtle.
I’d really just like to know,
Is life worth the struggle?
YOU ARE READING
My Heart-Shaped Box
PoetryThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am
