Death. Oh how easy it would be

To just pick up that knife

Or hang myself from that tree.

Who would mourn me anyway? Would anyone really care?

I could plunge it through my heart and end my life like that.

The world would go on spinning. Earth wouldn't give a crap.

So that makes me wonder, is there really a point to life?

Is there a reason we struggle and claw and knife?

Why are we here, oh I wish I knew!

To live to just die, or to die without truly living.

I honestly haven't got a clue.