Feelings are hard to describe,
They always stick together,
Like glue.
Your feelings build up,
Until you can't take no more.
Then it finally comes out,
All at once.
Your body being drowned with tears.
Different feelings have different effects.
Lonely,
Is how I feel,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every breath I take.
Scared,
At the thought of living,
Not sure if I am doing anything right,
Scared,
my life is a lie,
A memory,
Or a dream.
Worried,
I may not be good enough in life,
Never succeed,
Never marry,
Or never fall in love,
But only die.
Worried,
I may fall down,
And never be able to get up,
Just lying there,
While everybody laughs,
Not seeing tears of sadness in their eyes,
But tears of happiness,
That I'm finally broken.
Worried,
Not only for me,
But everybody around me,
Who I love,
And who I hate,
But mostly who i don't know.
I have a question for you,
Is "why" a feeling?
It could be,
I think,
Because you may wonder "why" this happened,
You may feel angry,
Sad,
Happy,
Or embarrassed.
The word "why" holds many feelings,
But mostly dark,
Evil,
And scary feelings.
Maybe feelings you never thought existed.
The word "why" is menacing,
It holds the truth,
The truth you want most,
And once it unravels,
You get sad,
You cry,
You say that word again,
"Why?"
So, yes in my opinion "why" is a feeling,
A feeling of darkness,
A feeling that never goes away,
A feeling that repeats itself,
For eternity...
