Why?

I know this has been questioned before,
buts whats the point in living?
I'm sorry I don't understand,
but I need some help.
We're all going to the same place eventually.
Wether it be Heaven,
Doom,
Nothing.
But we'll all get there some day.
So why would it matter if we sit around all day,
or become the president of the USA?

Not the way they're suppose to be

I think of my brain in odd ways, you see.
Never like what it's suppose to be.
I don't understand the normal function, 
but I know what it does.
Life is like this, 
wouldn't you agree?
You see things differently
stranger, if you will,
than what they are
suppose to be.

Inbetween

"I told you, I don't know how!" Megan growled, tied to the chair. The patrol guards stared back at her blankly. She knew they wouldn't understand, they could comprehend it. They were robots, wired for combat. They couldn't do things unless they were programmed to.
"We will only tell you one more time." The two said simultaneously, in a choppy metallic voice, as always. "Inbetweener, contact a spirit or we will be forced to take you to Zeus." Zeus. No one knew who he was, or what he looked like, but he was the ruler of the people. City fold closer to the capital said he could kill things with the blink of an eye.
"I don't even know what that is!" Megan screamed louder, pushing against the ropes holding her in place.

Black Rope

Zale pulled off her tattered boots and set them quietly on the ground. She stood and moved to the window, looking out over the yard. Zale couldn't remember grass. She had only seen it once when her parents had taken a tour of the green facility, but that had been 11 years ago. The ground outside was a charred tan, with cracks running through the dry soil. The cracks had a bubbling black liquid spewing through it. The Black Rope.
The Black Rope was a disease that strangled you, literally. You touched this stuff, and it traveled up your skin and threw your veins until it got to your brain stem and killed you... It was more complicated than that, but that was all Zale knew. People couldn't walk outside anymore without specialized boots and clothes the government supplied. The air wasn't breathable, either, because they're weren't any tree's left.

My thoughts on love?

Love. I feel like the word love is widely over used. I hear my friends talking about how they told their boyfriends/girlfriends that they loved them last night. I mean, come on. Aren't we too young for all this? After all, 'love is just a shout in the void.'
And even some 20-25 year olds, (Not all, my parents met at a young age) but most of those young relationships don't last and end up getting divorced, sometimes with kids they can't take care of.
Also, 'teenage love.' Girls are having kids with guys at this age and thinking that they can be the best mom and best dad ever. Not true. Most of the time the guy leaves the girl before she gives birth, or talks the girl into getting an abortion.
Love is widely over used, and I feel it isn't even true most of the time.