Why?
That's all they ever ask me is why.
Why do you do it?
Why do you think it's worth it?
They think that when I go silent I'm just shutting them out
It's sad that they don't realize that it's simply because I don't know the answer.
I don't know why I do it
I'll I know it that when I do I don't feel numb anymore. It gives me some kind of addicting power that feels like I'm actually in control of something.
Maybe that's why.
Maybe there is a reason
Maybe just maybe
Yet I can't bring myself to tell them that. I just stay silent and hope that they'll leave and forget what they saw......just like everyone before them did.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
PoesíaA collection of the poems and randomness I write in my boredom or as a stress relief. Sooooo.......yah
