Is it wrong,
To not ask why,
To listen to my moans,
And just hear me cry.

Is it wrong,
To feel alone sometimes,
To be left in the dark,
Without wanting any light.

Is it wrong,
To want to cry,
To just need a shoulder,
With no reasons why.

Is it wrong,
To occasionally hate life,
To want nothing more,
Than the solace of the quite.

Is it wrong,
To lobotomize,
The part of the brain,
That questions why.

Is it wrong,
To hate your own sight,
When the world cheers you on,
And all you can do is sigh.

Is it wrong,
To fall out of love,
Yet be so caught,
You don't know how to give up.

Is it so wrong...
To simply be right?