I Am Fed Up With It All

I Dont Know Why?????????... The story behind my poem is that life and people just don't make sense to me.


I Don't Know Why


Sometime life is hard and there is so much I still don't understand.
I feel alone and all I have is just myself.
I talk them over and things still don't make sense.
I have been told in time it gets better.
But I hate things to be like this it's worse than ever.
Have I been jinxed, or maybe I didn't wake up yet.
I have to be awake this hurts, with pain and real sweat.
All I can do is pray I go to a better place.
It can be in my head, heart, soul, and body ... My inner place...