I open a word document
To write down my feelings
But nothing came to me.
I didn't know what to feel,
How to feel.
I don't understand why I can't feel,
I'm numb and it hurts
I want to cry
But I don't know how.
I want to scream out everything,
Everything that I've done wrong,
But nothing falls out but a small squeak.
Why can't I do this?
Why can't a live a normal life
And be good at what I do?
YOU ARE READING
Why?
SpiritualSome days we all just want to stop. But the question we all ask is 'Why?'