Why Even Exist?
Humans are evil
They constantly hurt their fellow people
They make me want to die
Maybe heaven or hell will have the good life
If it's not humans, it's death
Death puts our loved ones to permanent rest
Now I'm lonelier
because death stole him and her
After evil humans, after evil death, I'm next
I'll die, leaving behind my little bits of success
In heaven or hell, I ragefully lift my fist
Then humbly, I ask God, Why even exist?
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Why Even Exist?
PoetryA poem I wrote about the hardships of life that make us wonder if life is even worth it in the first place.
