The Point

What's the point?
These words will soon leave your mind.
You'll intake, then process,
then leave them behind.

So why do I write, and you read them?
I just don't understand
Exactly what the point is
Of being a man.

We live our lives
Only to die in the end.
So tell me what the point is
Cuz I can't comprehend.

Some try to do good,
But bad will always exist
So for finding the point,
My search still persists.

What is the point?
Did you ever wonder that?
Is that the reason
You chose not to come back?

Your weakness - it dumbfounds me,
Your selfishness I hate.
Can you see the pain inside of me
That your memory creates?

Sometimes I want to be like you-
Lose hope and just let go.
But then the point of being alive
I for sure will never know.