What is the point of smiling?
Pretending to be happy for others
is a waste of energy.
Yes - my face will crack if I do.What is the point of breathing?
The air only expands the capacity for pain,
and releases like a disappointing dream,
leaving me empty once more.What is the point of living?
This is no kind of life,
merely a stagnant existence
that is begging for an end.
