WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO HARD? IN THE MORNINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO GET OUT OF BED.
WHY DO PEOPLE FEEL THE NEED TO BEAT KIDS? WE SIT AND CRY CAUSE WE KNOW WE DID NOTHING WRONG. WHY DO WE GO THROUGH THIS PAIN. IS IT CAUSE PEOPLE DON'T THINK WE ARE GOOD ENOUGH? OR HAVE FEELINGS? WHY DO WE HAVE HARDTACKS? IS IT TO MAKE US STRONGER TO FACE THIS WORLD OF HATE? WHY DO WE LOSE PEOPLE WE LOVE THE MOST? IS IT CUZ GOD NEEDS THEM MORE THAN WE DO? WHY ALL THESE WHYS? WELL I GUESS NO ONE WILL KNOW WHY PEOPLE DO THE THINGS THEY DO TO MAKE US ASK "WHY"
I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN MY FOSTER SISTER CAME TO LIVE WITH US AND SHE GOT THE CRAP BEAT OUT OF HER. AND SHE MEANS A LOT TO ME SO I WANTED TO WRITE THIS FOR HER CUZ I LOVE HER.
