What is the point?

What's the point in writing this book
Full of sadness and hate
A book in which nobody does look
It's all now too late

What's the point in crying all night
I really have no clue
Why can i never find the llight
Or see what is so true

What's the point in bleeding dry
If it doesnt soothe for long
Whats the point in pleading to the sky
When all I do is wrong

Whats the point in starving myself
Until I am so weak
Why do I talk inside myself
But to you never speak

Whats the point in loving someone
With all your heart and soul
Before you know it they will be gone
To leave a weeping hole

Whats the point in even trying
For it only gets worse
I can no longer tell truth from lying
Due to this painful curse

Whats the point in belief and hope
I always land in dirt
Please someone just lend me a rope
So I can end this hurt

Whats the point in living like this?
Im not getting nearer
To ending this pained abyss
The answer is no clearer

Whats the point in dying today
Now that, I do know
This torturing pain would go away
And no more tears could flow