Poems

why?

People don't see the good they only see the bad

People don't see happiness they only see sadness

People don't see strength they all see weakness

They act on them

And make you fall

People were created to see all of them and more

But sometimes they go to far

To far to make you commit suicide

Or ask yourself

Why was i born?

Why here?

Why now?

Why this family?

Why am I this way?

But these questions don't get answered

They linger in the air unanswered

People don't hear them if they do they don't know how to answer

They just smile

And try to make you happy

But why should I be happy

When I wish I wasn't born
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