Why?

Stupid question.
Why must we even have that question?
Why cant we just be?

Why cant we just be happy?
Why must something

Always

Come and screw it up?

It's annoying.
I hate it.
I hate Everything about it.

I hate the feeling of dread
I feel deep in the pits of my stomach.
I hate my mothers tears
I hate my fathers confusion
I hate that fact that were all so fucked up
I hate how I can never be truly happy
I hate how I feel so helpless
I hate …

I shouldn't, , , , , I do.

why?
it's easy.
why?

That's all it ever fucking comes down to.
Why.

Why do we have to be such pigs,
As to know the answer to everything?
The truth never helped anyone.
It always gets

tangled

Up in everything else
That it never quite sees the light.

it always
drowns

Suffocates

In the reality
of others.

Apr. 4, 09