Why am I afraid?
Why is it that I lie?
Why is it that every night, I sit alone and cry?
Why do I have no friends?
Why am I all alone?
Why can’t I feel welcome in my own freaking home?
Why do I hide my pain?
Why can’t I let it show?
How is it that I have no one to tell my secrets to?
Why don’t I understand?
Why can’t I just be cool?
Why is it that I’m falling so far behind in school?
Why do they turn their heads?
Why won’t they look at me?
Do they see that ugliness that I try not to see?
Why can’t I see straight?
Why did I take those pills?
Why did I mix it with a drink to calm all of my fears?
Why can’t I stop my pain?
Why can’t I stop my fear?
Why can’t I stop the hurt inside, why does it have to be real