Why? Poem by James Royster

Why do I sit here feeling so depressed?

Is it because I’ve failed even when I’ve given my best?

Why am I here trying not to cry?

Why is it sometimes I wonder what it would be like to die?

Why do I feel like I’m caught in the middle of a storm?

Why is it sometimes I regret the day I was born?

Why don’t I just give up and quit?

Why am I still dealing with all if this sh*t?

Why have I given up all hope?

Why do I feel I can no longer cope?

Why do I sit here and cry?

Why God why?