I Will Never Go Through

Why

Why? It's my question, Why? Is my only question, it couldn't be answer rightly.
Why do I feel this way? Are all my thoughts dying?

We feel like nobody can understand our feelings, cause' our minds are thinking, our lungs are breathing, and our tissues are living... Why does pain knock us down; do we have to suffer and be proud?

Why? That's how all my questions start, and Why? It's the answer I get inmediatly from my mind...
It is a phenomenon, indeed, that we ask why all the time, cause here is a lot of debris, that now we gotta lift...