Is it worth it, I'm really asking

It's easier to say fuck it and just let things go than to make the effort
Easier to just take the easy way out-- thus the easy way out
Than to fight for something or even make the attempt to conquer someone
Why bother really, what's the point?
It all ends, anyway
What's this all about -- working and feeling and going through this or that
And then there are the people around us who are all afraid of life and are all needy and inconsistent
And are they even worth the effort in the end? I mean, I'm really asking the question
Why is it that the heart wants companionship and it has to be this one and not someone else
Or better yet, no one
I don't give a shit really or I don't want to give a shit
There has to be some way to just block feelings
Meditation, or some other mental exercise
I can't be bothered any more, I don't want to be bothered
I don't want to lose one more minute of my life on this
Just when I think it's done ... I don't think all the traveling will matter
Nor the so called "entities" can help
Right now, it's not about more than money or a job
I just want this attachment to not be, to end 100%, and yet there it fucking is
I really have to wonder here ... Is it all worth it
What's the point of it all?
One day we die and then what? 

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