Why

Why love someone,
with the risk of being broken?
Why say your sorry,
when the breaking words are already spoken?

Why try to love,
when he doesn't love you back?
Why try to see the light,
when the world's already black?

Why try to not think,
when you know it just won't do?
Why try to understand,
when you know you have no clue?

Why try to see things clear,
when you're already blind?
Why even look,
when you have nothing to find?

Why try to fix things,
when you know it can't be fixed?
Why try to sort out feelings,
when they're already mixed?

Why try to forget it,
when you know you are obsessed?
Why try to be happy,
when you're already depressed?

Why try to forget,
when you know it can't be forgotten?
Why try to water a flower,
when its already rotten?

Why even bother,
let love into you're heart?
Why risk breaking it,
when it wasn't even whole to start?