Why?
That question is asked a thousand times a day.
One simple yet complex question.
Why?
Why does the sky burn so blue in the day?
And why does no one listen to a damn word you say?
Why are we all living,
And why do the good die young?
Why are some people cowards?
Why do people have to care so much?
Why am I writing this?
Why do I take my time to write these cursed words?
I mean, does it really matter what I say?
Whos gonna hear me anyway?
All these questions I want to know,
There seems to never be an answer.
Will there ever be an answer?
Must I spend my whole like looking for something that isn’t there?
I now know that there will never be answers to these questions,
Though I sit here today asking them again.
Why?
Why?
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