The Question When

When will things go my way, I am too tired to bear another heart break. When will I learn to let go, all those memories down the drain. When will I be able to pursue, the things I love to do. When will I be confident,enough to stop the hate given instead of the love that is still due. When will life give me fair chance, I want to prove that there is good in every bad. When will people stop leaving me, When they are needed the most. When will I stop self hate,dragging me all down till my last breath. When will there be peace in the world maybe when we all will be laid down in grave.