Poetry & Stories
Why?
by Kathy
It's a big question - why?
More asked than answered.
More pondered than clarified.
Why?
Why can't I get over this?
Why can't I fix myself?
Why can't I be normal?
Why? Why?
I sit here and I wonder,
Asking these questions to myself.
No answers.
Why?
Why can't I get over this?
Why can't I live my life?
Why am I like this?
Why? Why?
I would rather stop the questions than keep asking.
All asking does is leave more questions in my head.
Why? Why? Why?
My Life
by Kathy
My life is no life.
I am a shadow of a person,
crippled by an misunderstood disease.
My days are no days.
I live in the darkness of my room,
Too scared, too scarred to leave.
My feelings are no feelings.
I kill myself a little more each day
and live in the wake of my own destruction.
My fate is no fate
I have no future to look forward to
and only a shell of a person to leave behind.
Why live like this?
Why live at all?