Why...
Why isn't anything right in my life?
Why is everything so wrong?
Why is it so hard to see at night?
Well I guess, the same answer applies to those all.
Why do I push away what I need most
why do I do look forward to things that end up as burnt toast,
Why do I look forward to anything at all?
Why...
It all just blows up in my face anyway.
Why do I even bother to stay?
Why do I fake this smile when i'm disapointed in them
Why can't I tell them the pain that I'm in..?
Why is there so much stress in me
Why is there so much strife?
Why is there a person like me?
Why, God, Did you make my life?
Why..
What am I for?
Why am I always so wrong?
Why can't I ever be right?
Why In the word am I complaining when I no theres nothing to do about it but cry on the inside?
Why is there so much wrong in my life?
Why..Why Can't there be any right?!
Why..
Why...?
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...The Little Black Rain Cloud's Thoughts...
Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
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