Why do I feel the way I do
Why do I cry at night why do I hate my school?
Why do I eat lunch alone, why do I look at the floor when I walk?
Why do I go to school all day long and never once do I talk
Why do people laugh and look at me the way they do
Why do I even care, they hate me and hate them too
Why does it hurt when people look and roll their eyes?
Why do I take all this shi and put up with all their lies?
Why do I not tell the whole school to kiss my a$$?
Why do I even go to school or even show up for class
Why does life feel the way it does why do I feel like I need something from someone?
Why is it that out of this whole world all together
Theres only one person that can make it all feel better
Why are there so few people that care the way I feel
Yet I feel for so many, my love for them is real
Why do I feel that all I feel is nothing more than a waste?
I try so hard yet failure is most often the case
Why can I not think of one reason to continue the way I do?
In my book of life the final chapter is left up to you
