What's the point of it all?

What's the point of having so many friends but not a single one of them actually listens and understands you?

What's the point of waking up everyday when inside your mind, you already gave up?

What's the point of trying when at the end of the day, life's gonna make sure to mess it all up?

What's the point of having so many colours when all you see is black?

What's the point of even breathing when you know one day it's gonna stop!

And it's gonna stop for good.......

But may be, it's not the actual end
May be you could change it all
May be you could make them understand
May be you could find a new hope

May be you can try another day
And it'll turn into a success
May be you can hold the brush up
And fill your canvas with other colours

Yeah it's true that one day
Everyone's gonna die
But it's in our hands
To make it worth a try

And then you would actually see the point of it all!! ^_^