WHY?
“WHY?”
“Why?”
A question I never really got an answer to most of the time,
And each time I’m left questioning if my action was a crime,
Why do we do so much for the people who don’t even give us the bare minimum?
And then we get hurt but still love them for even up to a millennium,
How can a three letter word give so much life and meaning?
Most times rather than always the answer we get is quite deceiving,
Why is it so hard to get over that one person?
We give ourselves time in the hope of healing only for the pain to worsen.
“Why?”
I believe there’s a reason for everything,
But then again, not everything needs to be given a reason,
So I’m trapped again, treating my mind to be like a prison,
Why do all my efforts always seem to go to nothing but waste,
And then people are so quick to say “She was careless and did it in a haste”
If only they knew the wars I fought within me,
Maybe just maybe a voice will hear and answer to my plea,
Then I might have just looked forward to the person that I am supposed to be,
“Why?”
Why do I let my insecurities speak louder than my reality,
Everyone around me is so confident it makes me feel like an abnormality,
It’s one question but with a thousand of reasons,
Enough reasons to save that one overly suicidal friend,
Enough reasons to fix that friendship that didn’t have to come to an end,
So to me it’s not just a silly little question,
To me it’s more like a truth to every man’s intention,
Every time we speak just know “why?” is a question I’m forever going to mention.
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Etomida Kayla
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