Why?

I've cried thousands of time,
Wrote many poems that rhyme,
was lost but never found,
again lost in the deepest sound
Why is it that people lie?
or never say goodbye?
To the people they love most?
Until they die or turn into a ghost
Why do people die?
And go into the sky?
When they could go under ground
and never be found?
Why do people change the ones they love?
and say they came from above?
Instead to be who you are
So you don't leave a big ass scar?
Why do certain guys like me?
I have nothing inside of me to be
the person that you love most
into your heart, never a guest
So why am I me?
I don't want to be the living dead
So do me a favor and chop off my head
and forever rest in a coffin bed