Life
Laura, Australia, age 14

What is life?
What is the point of birth?
After living for ages,
We still end up at a point of non-exisance.

There is no reason to live,
Just to have your heart torn into tiny pieces
And stitched back together,
To have it torn once again.

Still sitting on the old leather couch
The tired man lies
His heart has stopped.
He has died.