why me?
its late and you're laying down
listening to your favourite playlist,
a mix of the perfect songs
to think, possibly cry and calm down to
and tonight, its all three of those,
you think, you cry, you calm down
and then you repeat it again
and the more you think
the more you start to cry and cry,
and theres one gigantic question
one question that applies to every situation you're currently in
and that question is
why me?
and you want to know so bad,
but how? how do you bring that up
to that one boy? to that one teacher?
that one friend?
so you come up with this conclusion:
you cant and you wont,
even though you know it'll eat you up inside
and hurt you even more than you're hurting right now,
even though you know itd be best to ask
you dont and you wont ask
why me?
