Why do I feel sadnes in life when I try so hard to live?
Why does life desert us when it wants us to survive?
Why do people hurt us when they say they care?
Why do I feel so lonely when everyone is there?
Why am I the sad one when peope are so happy?
Why am I the mad one when everyone is in joy?
Why is life so precious but we dont feel any glory?
Why do people see us dumb but think that they are perfect?
Why do people that get glory act like all the jerks?
Why do the people who do good die like all the rest?
Why are we told to search when we don't know what to look for?
Why do the efforts we try hard on never come back in the end?
Why is it that the people can hurt you the most are the ones you love?
Why do people judge before they know how much that person means?
Why do people use the useless saying 'only in my dreams'?
Why are we told we could have the world when the world doesn't always want us?
And why are these things cursed upon us and those among us?
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