What is the point of life I ask,
Is it to get information or is it to get destroyed,
Life to me seems like a trap ready to spring,
Life has many unexpected objects.
Life could be happy and it could be sad,
Life is a never ending cycle and I'm right in the middle,
I'm am a never sleeping spirit in the shadows,
No one knows I exist and I actually respect that.
A blackhole is what life is and I am trapped within,
All I see is blackness around me and death,
Death is all around me remaining in the shadows,
I lay awake in the bottomless pit of darkness,
Waiting for a light to shine through and get me out.
I am a girl with no heart as some people say,
Shadow or Emo is what they call me,
They wouldn't call me that if they saw me wearing pink,
Why live life when you get tortured.
Nature is where I remain and where I stay,
The outside world is too much for me,
I remain in the shadows waiting and watching,
I am just another shadow among many.
We are people that are curious about life,
We are outsiders and we don't like people,
We hide in the shadows cause we don't fit in,
Life is what we are trying to figure out.
