Something I wrote in my spare time. Enjoy!

Why Bother?

Why bother crying

when my tears can't bring back time?

Why bother possessing

when nothing is really mine?

Why bother talking

when my words are never heard?

Why bother trying to fit in

when I'm just a nerd?

Why bother hoping

when the world has me down on my knees,

screaming at the sky,

screaming something like "please,

just let something go right,

make him love me once more,

I promise I won't mess it up,

please don't just leave me here all torn."

But no luck,

things just keep growing

in this depression,

giving me no hint of where I'm going.

So heres a question

I need to ask:

Why bother living?

I'm not having a 'blast'

I'm not even having fun.

Nothing's going right,

All I want to do

is spread my wings and take flight.

Maybe then I will be missed

in this sad pathetic town,

but who am I kidding,

there probably wouldn't even be a frown.