Why?
Why me?
This question echoes in my head.
This question is tearing me apart
Or rather the lack of an answer is.
Why did God make me so ugly?
Why am I so fat?
Why?
Why me?
YOU ARE READING
Grieving
PoetrySometimes it's hard to put emotions into words, so I shall just bleed onto the paper. Life sucks sometimes so read some of this and maybe you can relate.
Why?
Why?
Why me?
This question echoes in my head.
This question is tearing me apart
Or rather the lack of an answer is.
Why did God make me so ugly?
Why am I so fat?
Why?
Why me?
