So many questions that I have in my mind always start with why. Why do I have the memories of past traumas yet can't remember a name of a person I just met? Why do I feel as though I deserve to be hated and live this mentally exhausting life? Why do I feel like I want to fall in love yet every person I try to love ends up abandoning me? Why is it so easy to leave me? Why is it hard to find the answers that we are searching for? Why do bad things happen to good people? And WHY.....me why did I deserve to go through the most traumatizing and painful experiences in life? Why are the good hearts not turned into solid stones locked in a titanium safe deep in the depths of their bodies? Why is my heart out for everyone to see and take for the grabbing? Why is life so exhausting and why do I want to leave this life behind yet can't do it? Why do I care for the ones that are causing me the most pain? Why do I care? Why do I love? "Why" is a simple way to start a simple question yet why do these questions never have answers? Why? Why should never be a word to start a question that can never be Answered? Why.?
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Why my soul is tired
PoesíaThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
