What did I do wrong to deserve this?
Why do you hate me so much as to hurt me?
Why does this keep happening?
What have I ever done to you for you to hate me?
Am I a tragedy magnet, awaiting the next storm to wipe me out?
Why couldn't I find a love that was built on genuine care?
Why did I have to find you?
Out of everyone in this world, why was it you who hurt me?
Why couldn't you have just told me the truth, left in a happy bliss?
Why couldn't you remember that at any time I have tried all I could?
Why ...just why do you hate me?
You used to say I didn't make you feel safe, and you hated that about me.
I used to silently say, you made me feel like I never mattered, and I hated that about me.
I'm still silently saying, buried under a thousand unanswered questions;
why do you hate me so much as to set out to hurt me?
Why can't I seem to do the same, why can't I just hate you even a little bit?
Why am I so stupid to still feel like I could think of you and associate the word love?
Why am I so stupid?
I guess sometimes this world is just like that; we live in our own minds for a little too long, longer than a breath and it drives us insane. One breath at a time.
I don't know if I'd make it breathing, this breathing thing is getting a little too hard for me.
Why do you hate me? When all I've ever done was tried my best to love you?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I just have everything go well for once? Just once?
Why did you have to turn out like the rest of them?
What happened to the caring soul I remember who came to my defence when I was called a nerd? What happened to the person who made sure I was safe in a car crash? I guess I've been led to believe so many things could happen, I guess I spent too much time in my mind.
Out of so many billions of people, why am I so unlucky?
Goodbye forever G.L.K.
The other 900 thousand are running through my head every second. I can't sleep and all I've been doing is crying and drinking water (so at least I'm hydrated).
Sorry for the really.....bumming write.
I'm just so close to calling everything quits, this thing I call a life, this joke of a thing- I just want to call it quits; but there's people out in my life I don't want to disappoint. So I hope I can handle this storm and keep going on.
Why did you grow to hate me and I never even knew?