Why?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can other people be happy, but other people not?
Why do I have depression?
Why can't I have happiness?
Calm state of mind and not anxiety?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I just die?
Die with out people missing me or noticing?
Why do I have to go through this pain?
Why can't crooked people go through this?
Well, anyone could see that I'm crooked.
Crooked from putting her in danger.
So I guess I deserve it.
Still wish I held on to her pain and suffering so that she can be happy and not tied down with baggage that she doesn't need. She could still be loved by her parents and not just a loved idea of a daughter.
Why can't I have all of my friends baggage?
Why can't I be tied down with it?
So that they can grow as people and not have unnecessary baggage.
Did I really have to be born?
Why couldn't I be still born and have replaced one of the stillborn siblings that I have?
Mayhap then my parents wouldn't be disappointed in their faggot of a child.
Probably not.
I'd probably still be a rotten freak when I'm reincarnated.
YOU ARE READING
Why?
PoetryI'm going to vent. You may vent as well, in the comments. Let's help each other, shall we?
