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!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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April 20, 2016 at 1:27 AM
Narine Chamichyan, nicely done. Glad to read your poem today. XoX *Linda*"
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July 21, 2008 at 11:04 AM
poetry is whatever you want to be if you are writing not for the masses write what you want dont worry bout spelling or nothing some people must make things so complicated with big words and judgement I see you are using this line to channel some anger your going thrue at home this site is therapy for you from things goin on around you WRITE ON LOL
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