If suicide is the only way out,
Then why aren't we all dead?
If to die is a never ending sleep,
Then why don't they breathe?
If the camera captures the moment forever,
Then why does the photo eventually fade?
Why it is that love is meant to be the most wonderful thing,
But it seems to hurt the most?
Why do we ask questions?
When we expect no answer.
Why do we live a life that holds only tears?
And the good memories are forgotten?
It's because we are human.
We hound for one another's blood,
We feed on the sad and the miserable,
We mentally hurt the happy,
Until they are one of us,
Why do we do it?
Because we are human.
And it's our nature.