Why?
Why does rain only sting fresh wounds
Why does pleating rain leave scars within
Why?
Why do I feel like I’m drowning inside
Why does love always hurt so much
Why?
Why care
Why breathe
Why?
Why do we only see the bad in ourselves
Why do we always push those away who love truly love us
Why?
Why haven’t I realized it before brokenness is brokenness and once broken always broken
Why did I think someone would want to stick around after they knew the deepest underlying cause of
my own brokenness
Why?
Why do I love hard
Why do I love deep
Why?
Why can’t I give up on others when they’ve already given up on themselves
Why does everyone think they know what’s best for me, what I want, what I need
Why?
Can anyone answer me this?