Why
Why is my life such a living hell
All it is hell. I go thought hell 24/7.
Friends go left and right.
Half of the time is why.
Why go
Why not come back
What did I do
I don't understand.
Most of the time I blame myself.
Knowing I did not do it.
Half of the time I wish I was not in this mess.
But yet I was in it.
I make peoples lives easy but also hard.
I just don't get it.
Why is my life such living hell
God someone help
There is no reason why I should be having all these why's.
Why. why. Why is a never ending thing.
But et there is a why be hide everything.
If it is not one thing it is another.
There stands a why.
Why go
Why not come back
What and the hell did I do.
Copyright © Viola Kinkaid | Year Posted 2007
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