Why is it that every night I lay in bed feeling more numb than the night before.
Why is it that I feel the need to smoke just to clear my mind up a bit but realizing that I will always be alone.

Why is it that I hate myself so much but love others more than I really should.
Why is it that I'm always surrounded by people but yet feel so **** lonely.

Why is it that I try so hard to be a good friend but always end up being ignored and unwanted.
Why is it that I try to smile even on my hardest days but my emotions take over and the bags under my eyes appear bigger.

Why is it that I toss and turn in my bed at 4 in the morning craving someone's touch.
Why is it that I have so much love to give but in return I receive none.

Why? I don't know. This world has infinite unanswered questions.
But what I do know is if I had someone to love, and be loved in return, then I probably would not feel this way.

So for now I'll continue my smoking habits to get high and I'll continue to miss someone who's not here.
I'll continue to waste my days waiting for serendipity to appear.