The word we ask to questions we don't know
And even when we ask people say they don't know
All I need to know is why this needs to be this way
Why people need to suffer
Why life is so much of a bundle
Why we hide our pain
Why we have to shed more tears
Why we can't live in peace
Why are we here
But in the end the word why is a mystery itself
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Little Something
PoetryThese are poems that I personally came up with. Hope you enjoy, and relate in any way (: All Rights Reserved, @Andrea_2753 Copyright©2016
