What Are We?

I don't cry tears.
Tears aren't enough.
I don't want sympathy.
I want answers.

Death happens to everyone,
But immortality is an imaginable concept.
The fallen are put in the ground,
But some people say they rise to the skies.

What is the sense in this?
The possible truth is,
We're dooming ourselves.
But everyone says "fuck it", anyway.