Why do we hurt ourselves
Why do we run towards the edge
Why do we give our hearts to strangers
And our soul to the devil
Why do we breath the chemicals
That are tearing us apart
Why do we play with fire
Why do we let it burn us
Why do we trust the people
That stab us behind our backs
Why do we love the boredom
Of so many sleepless nights
Why do we endure the pain
Why don't we let it out
Why do we play happy and smile
Why aren't we being loud
Why do we love the boy
That we know it's gonna hurt us
Why do we play the games
We know we'll never win
Why do we go to war
When we don't know why we're fighting
Why do we close our eyes
To our own mistakes
Why do we have the need
For drama in our lives
I wish I could break free
So why can't I?
YOU ARE READING
Deadly - Poetry
Poetry/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
