The Point Of Life? Poem by Dillon Crawford
The Point Of Life?
What is the good of life,
when all it does is hurt.
It has set hatred upon me,
a hatred that cannot be broken.
And now what life is left?
When I have no one there.
No one to trust.
My family is gone,
my friends are leaving.
All I have left are myself,
and this lonely life.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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4/25/2024 10:49:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
such an eloquent poem.. don't despair bro God has plans for you just wait hold ur head up God bless