Sometimes in the midst of all the insanity, you sometimes gotta stop and ask yourself that. Sometimes the answer is "I don’t know."

Never again will I

Let myself fall

For some fickle ass

Cheating slut

I was nothing but

A piece of dick

Because she can’t

Get it anywhere else

Fuck them whores

I ain’t got no click

Fuck the heart break

Fuck the drama

Fuck the crying

And bad karma

What is love really

Aside from an instinctual feeling

We have to insure the existence

Of this wretched species

We are

Into another generation

Of chaos and turmoil

So what’s the fucking point

If no one even sees

The pain inside me

Bringing me to my knees

And if no one bothers

To fucking care

Enough to look past

My emotionless stare

Or if no one sees

What my long sleeves

Hide everyday

A life spent in such

An overbearing sorrow

If I could lie to myself

I’d see a better tomorrow

But what’s the point

If I can’t even pass that off

To myself

Maybe

Just maybe

One day will come

When the pain

And the sorrow end

And with a hangman’s noose

My neck will bend

So why the fuck

Do I continue to push

For something that I

Will never get

Instead of sitting here

And wondering why

I’ll try my best to forget

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  • lillyrose on Jan 3, 2011

    Very passionate write. But you know you are so right when you say \”I don\’t know,\” when you ask the question \”Why?\” But I also say stop being a victim when I ask myself why?
    Why cry, when you can laugh?
    Why walk, when you can run?
    Why feel, when you can control the pain?
    Keep them coming David.

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