Why?

A freestyle poem that finally asks what we're all wondering

Why do I try anymore?

I know it's never worth it in the end.

Why do I trust anymore?

They always break it no matter what's said.

Why do I try to help anymore?

It's either not needed or not helping.

Why am I here anymore?

Because it's just not worth it.

Everything's gone wrong or is going wrong and I can't turn it around.

It's to late. Everything's done. I don't know what to say anymore.

How can I help someone if I can't help myself? 

And if I can't help myself how come I'm still here?

Why suffer when I can put myself out of my misery?

I have all these questions and no answers and no one to answer them.

How come I'm still trying?

Reviews

[Laura]

I really enjoy this- the questions asked in this poem are the ones that I'm sure many can relate to, and ask themselves. The words are very personal, yet very much relatable, which I like.

It flows well, and leaves the reader with a final question that embodies the rest of the poem perfectly.

Great work!

[TheHiddenandForgotten]

Would it surprise you that im only 13?

[Laura]

That's awesome! I'm only 15 myself, keep writing!

[Wolfwind]

We still try because it's the only way to show the evils of this world we can't and won't be beaten. If and when we stop trying, they win, we loose. I believe it to be that simple, or at least, it's what I put stock into.

Great flowing ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind