sometimes

sometimes you just want to cry.
sometimes you dont understand what others do
sometimes it hurts to watch people hurt each other
sometimes you just want to cry
i dont know the answers
what cant people love each other?
why cant people care?
why does it hurt?
why do we hurt? each other? ourselves?
why dont people notice the small things in life?
why do we ignore each other?
why do people walk faster past those who need someone to slow down, to stop?
why do people lie?
why dont we accept advice when its freely given?
why do we have so many questions
so few answers
sometimes i want to cry
sometimes i dont know why
sometimes i do
why do i feel shame
why cant i let others see?
why am i afraid to say anything?
sometimes i feel bitter
sometimes i am scared
sometimes i just wish i could forget
sometimes i wish i could do things over
but then i know that i couldnt
i wouldnt
if i did, things would be different and i wouldnt know the people in my life now
sometimes i wish i disappeared
sometimes i wish i could live only in my dreams
but i still suffer there too
why do we suffer?
why do i suffer?
do i truly make myself suffer? do i choose it?
why do i listen to people?
why dont i listen to people?
sometimes i wish i knew
sometimes