Why it is hope that leaves us hopeless, confused?
Why always the our dreams don't let us to sleep?
Why the sweet memories in our past turn us bitter in future as we miss those days?
Why the light of our life turns darker and darker as we move on?
Why stars don't burn and shine for us as they did earlier?
Why always our loved ones hurt the most?
Why we cry when we are happy?
How can we smile when just the last night we had a breakdown?
Why we want comfort from the same person who hurt us?
And Why we trust the ones who never cared for us?
Maybe we are not humans but a body rotting with holes and to fill these holes we tear other parts of body to stuff it in there, so we can be full once again, what an irony.