What's The Point Poem by Rachel Brewer

What’s the point of living, if this life is full of sadness?
What’s the point of being, if the end result is always the same?
Death, dying.
In the end it’s all the same.
We all end up the same, dead.
What’s the point of looking for love, if the one you choose rejects you?
What’s the point of trying, if it’s the beautiful people who always get their way?
What’s the point of being born, if you don’t want to live?
So, I want to ask God;
To think before he creates the next human.
Think about whether they would want to be on earth.
Think about what their purpose would be.
Because if they don’t have a purpose in life,
I ask you, what’s the point?