why?

you know what's wrong with the world? with the people around me? around you? around us?
to couldn't tell them something that makes you depressiv. something that hurts. something that makes you unhappy. all the time.
just because they wouldn't understand. just because they would think you're psychologically done.
so you're standing right there, asking yourself the same question again and again. why?

why me? why not them? why they couldn't feel the same shit like I do? why they couldn't go through the same hell like I'm doing?

you know. when they would do, they would understand. they would try to help. to listen to you. to get you up to your feet again. try to repair your broken heart. to make you smile. anything. but they would try.

 

but you're still standing there and asking yourself the same question. why?

'cause nobody feels the same. the same like you do.