What is the point in continuing, when no one cares?

What is the point to keep on going when it leads nowhere?

What is the point in trying if we still make mistakes?

What is the point on living if death is near?

What is the point in stopping when everything keeps going?

What is the point in giving up when we can do it?

What is the point in leaving when we can stay?

What is the point in liking when we can love?

Here is a randomy poetry thingy, I don’t really know what to call it, I don’t remember what inspired me to write these few words and I don’t really know what it means but here they are.