What is the point of life?
To get hurt over and over?
What's the point of love?
It only leaves you in pieces
Everything people said would help has left me as torn apart as I started
So the point?
I've realized there isn't one
We get hurt again, and again, and again
For nothing
It's all just the game of life
Doing the wrong things don't help, but doing the right things don't either
What's my advice?
Keep your heart closed, your headphones on, and people far away
YOU ARE READING
Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.
