of mine does not like company

just felt like writing a poem. too lazy to find scraps, so.. yeah. >_>;



questions

Why so much
pain where I
should feel love?

Why so much
anguish where I
should feel joy?

Why so broken
when I should be
complete?

Written questions
underneath a
nonexistant page
of my heart

where to run
for answers
I seek when
all is nothing

and a fog

simple fog
who repels
me from victory

and knowing why
why i feel so miserable
one day
and in heaven the
next

why?