Consume Me

The Point is

   What's the point!!!!!!!?
       What's the point!!!!!?
            What's the point!!!?
                 What's the point!!?
                     What's the point!?
                         What's the point?

                    What is the point?
   
         The question I hear all the time
    The question I ask even more

       What's the point of talking?
  My voice is ugly, it sounds annoying, and is just terribly wrong
  Everyone talks over, too quiet you're creepy, too loud you're annoying
  Nothing is ever right, the words are wrong, I'll always say the wrong things and I'll get the same looks of fear, confused, and thoughts that fly off their heads
        "What an idiot"
              "What a freak
        "does she even know what she's saying?"

        What's the point of trying?
  I know I'll fail, someway somehow

        What's the point of feeling?
Most of the time I'll get the wrong feeling and misinterpret it all
       I'll think they hate me when really they rather die than lose me
  Some feeling are of nothing, they last for an instance and then are gone, forgotten, and lost forever
  At the end of the night, it's gone, it's all dull, I'm left locked in my head, at first it'll be amazing
            Dreams and happy memories
      Then I'm left with pain
          Dreams feel crushed, memories are lost in the past and I miss it, it's there, close, but it's not there, it's far away from me, and the the thoughts consume me until even the pain dulls away

       And finally
          The one and only
             The question I ask the most

 
        What's the point in life?
                                        In living?
                      Is there even a point?

      But there is always a point
                        A point for everyone
                                             Everything

     Everybody's point is different

  At times it's hard to know the point
                            To remember the point
                                                The reason

      My point is simple....
                                            Care
                                                  Love

   I'll go on....    as long as I'm needed
          Because I do care
                              I do love
                                 And I do a lot

    A shattered and broken heart like mine can still love and care and I will with every piece,fragment

The original picture was not mine, the whole poem was mine. This came from the heart and means something to me. It just felt like writing and had an idea, not much though so I wrote as I went on.

Thank you for reading it! More will come soon~