Why do we hurt

Or get thrown in the durt

Why aren't people aware

Or do they just not care

Why i there death

After every breath

Why do people act fake

Your just causing hearts to break

Why am I fat

Couldn't my stomach be a little flat

why do i feel so alone

I dont like being alone

Why is there so much  hate

On those who aren't straight

Quesions like these come and go

They don't they just grow

It brings a point in someone's life

Where it starts to involve a knife

Blood starts to flow

That is when a life tends to go

Again comes the question, why

Why do we have to die

Just so the world may realize

What happens when they criticize