WHY?
Why do i fear you, the others, and myself.
What is it that others have, but i do not that gives them that happiness and brings relief of their fears.
Why is it that no matter how much i try i am worthless, insignificant, and unnoticed.
You out there who thinks you are sad, have you lost those who truly love you that are the only ones who understood you, who were there for you no matter in what predicament.
If so, were you the cause of their death of them leaving what they thought was a wonderful thing, yet you knew it is all a beautiful lie?
WHY? Are you there and not me you could have been someone unlike me.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Even Know What I Am Writing
PoesíaLike i said in the title i don't know this is just a lot of stuff i find i guess. Stay being you.
