Questioning

How can life lack this much sense,
how does it get away,
with zero innocence,
how can i walk,
how can i breathe,
without you right here next to me,
i wonder how much you cry while you're missing me,
why can't you just listen for once,
to someone other than yourself,
you'd see what you've been doing wrong all this time,
how can i walk,
how can i breathe,
with your burdens all on me?

Copyright: Emily Wacker