Why...? Poem by susan brealey

Why...?



Why live when it's easier to die
Why smile when it's easier to cry
Why try to pass when all you do is fail
Why feel pain when you can make it go away
Why love when love is full of doubt
Why can't anyone tell me what life's about
In spite of all I know that I want to live
But why do I feel I have nothing left to give.

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