Letter

Why do I keep remembering memoriez from my past? Why do I try hard to make each moment last? Why are there so many liez behind every mans eyez? Why when I really love someone he grows apart and dies? Why is it when Im writing I feel so alive? Why when I see a pool of trouble I always seem to dive? Why when I cant control myself I look at my hands and theres that knife? Why do I feel Ill be struggling my whole life? Why couldnt my life be simple? Why do I suffer out of billions of teenagers? Why do I hurt and my life never gets better? Why do I gotta share all this through this letter? Why do I dig up so many empty graves? Why do I find myself writing for days? Why when they try to play me they get knocked out? Why when I change my direction I end up on the same route? Why dont yall understand what Im about? Why do I find myself writing and writing? Why am I asking questions I already got answers to? Why do I try hard to make things better? Go ahead, sit down and Ill write you another letter!