DEATH. It's
all the same thing. You do
something stupid and end up
croaking, but why? You work so hard
to reach your goals. Achieve at life, to end
up laying six feet
under? What is the
point of living
if it all ends so fast?
You hear live happily from complete
strangers. I don't see the point in
living like so. How
could someone live
happily, knowing it
is all going to end...
I don't know if I achieved that to your eyes but I tried to shape the poem as a skull to symbolize death.