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Pointless


                              Pointless 

  • I am who I was born to be 

  • Some people are born to be athletes, some people are born to be actors 

  • I was 10 then closed my eyes, and then was 16 and then closed my eyes again, and was 23 

  • I was trying to figure out what the point of life is since I was 10 

  • Is it to be happy? Is it to create for the new generation of people? Is it pointless? 

  • Yet still to this day I can’t figure it out 

  • People tell you not to harm yourself, but I don’t understand why 

  • Do they care? So what if they care 

  •  I got a life, fell in love, then worked at my aunt’s house to make money, to…...Live

  • Maybe that’s it! I thought to myself, but no that’s not the reason 

  • If I was no longer here what bad things would happen? 

  • I turned 27 and held 3 master degrees in the STEM field in college 

  • I became a pilot then an astronaut 

  • I went to space and looked at earth continuously wondering, I still had 2 weeks until going back to earth 

  • Sometimes I would think about how other people thought and thought they thought like me, in fact exactly like me 

  • I realized maybe life was pointless 

  • Weeks passed and I finally arrived home and in one week of arriving at home I got into a divorce 

  • Then I felt something…...Sadness 

  • Tears fell from my eyes and I realized why people lived, to feel happiness, sadness, to feel…….emotions 

  • Yet I felt sadness and sadness only 

  • Life was pointless, trapped in a body filled with sadness 

  • But then the day I longed for arrived 

  • Sitting in my bed waiting for the end to come 

  • All the times I cried I was grateful for

  • The tears released some of the sadness in the trapped body of mine 

  • Yet I still haven't died 

  • So it ends now with myself in this body of sadness 

  • Floating in the air with a rope around my neck, finally being satisfied 

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