Why do I have doubts?
Why do I cry sometimes?
For no reason whatsoever
Why do I want attention so much?
But hide in a corner when I receive it
Why when things are ok do I want things to go south again?
Why do I want a happy story to turn sad?
Why do I gravitate towards negativity?
Why do sad songs and minor chords satisfy my hunger and thirst?
Why is it that everything I set my eyes to an impossibility?
Why do I set my eyes so high when I know I may end in disappointment?
Why do I do these things?
Why do I ask for an opinion and then do the opposite
Why do I say I’m ok when I’m not?
Why do I laugh when I don’t find something comical?
Why do I tell the truth when I know it will hurt someone?
Why do I hold my feelings so deep inside but grasp for everyone else’s
Why do want others to open up but I won’t open up to them
Why do I lock my heart in a box and throw away the key
Why am I afraid to expose my heart to my close ones?
Why is music and poetry the only thing that speaks to me?
Why is music and poetry the only things that I care about?
Why is it that when I put myself last others allow it
Why is it that when I try so hard to fix people they don’t let me?
Why do I try when I know it is cut that can’t be mended
Why do I not give up when someone has been hurt so many times?
Why do I love the broken so much?
Why do I want to be with the ones who are depressed and hurt?
Why do I surround myself with blankets of sadness and pain?
Why do I allow myself to fall into an emotional state that I can’t be pulled out of without writing
Why do I do these things to myself?
Why do I allow myself to fall in love with ones who will never love me the same?
Why do to put forth that much effort