WHY.

WHY.

why

Why do we lie and say we’re fine,
when really we feel crappy inside?

Why do we wall out those we love,
despite knowing they’d do anything for us?

Why do we hide and cry at night,
instead of showing yeah, we’re not fine?

Why do we lock-up memories of our past
instead of dealing with them right now?

Why do we stop our hearts with pills,
rather than feel something…anything?