Why

Why? Those are the words that keep running thru my mind, Those words are running so fast that it's hard to catch my breath. Why is the question on my mind, Why do others feel the need to torture this ancient soul? Why do I feel so lonely and not wanted? That question run's thru my mind day and night, Why do I feel like my soul was cursed way before I was born? This emptiness I feel is very hard to bare, The abuse I keep experiencing is far worse than what my eyes can see. Why? Those are the words that keep running thru my mind, Looking for that finished line. Why? I need to stop and catch my breath, I need to reverse this curse cast upon my head.