live to die

What's the meaning of life?

Don't we live to die I'm haning on by a thread,trying to survive.

I don't know why, but I can't let go.

Maybe that means theres still hope,

but I'm running out of breath.

I'm not quite dead.

I'm not there yet.

What if death doesn't have anything to do with me and neither does life?

So I'm stuck in the middle of this void,

dead but still breathing,

skin and bones with no feeling.

It's just here in the middle,

trying to solve this life's newest riddle.

I'm burnt out and broken,

like words which have just been spoken,

but are left hanging there in the air.

Everyone's ignoring them, but they know it's there.

It's going to come to soon,

the explosion,

the boom!

I'm just going to snap like a tsunami.

The tide's pulling back,

stretched like a rubber band.

Then the big wave hits,

sending everyone into fits.

I'll scream,

I'll shout,

I'll do anything but I just need to let it out.

Or maybe I'll cry, but who cares if I survive?

Don't we live to die?