Why, why do you have to go?
Why do you have to say goodbye?
Why does life have to be this cruel?
Ripping my soul up and tarring my heart out.
Turning everything numb inside making me a black pit of sorrow,
I hate goodbyes I hate live and yet I will live on.
For if I just crawled in a corner and died then you would hate me, for I would have given up.
But I do not want to feel anything, for the pain is over whelming.
I don’t want to think or I might think about you and then I would have to ask why.
Why you died.
Why you left me here, why you suffered so much for nothing.
I miss you with everything I have.
And I would do anything to get you back.
But I know that you are happy and that you don’t have to suffer any more.
So for now I will stay alive and I will leave you to rest,
And years from now I will come visit you and I will still ask why?
Why does the world have to be so cruel?
~chaos~