Why is the sky bright and blue?
Why can’t I feel the earth revolve?
Why do I still think of you?
Why are there questions I can’t solve?

Why am I sad and depressed?
Why’s there a puzzle missing a part?
Why’s there something broken in my chest?
Why do I think it’s my heart?

Why can’t I feel it beating?
Why is it so black and cold?
Why is my old self receding?
Why don’t I have someone to hold?

Why can’t I read my emotions?
Why don’t they have any shape?
Why do I have all these notions,
That I can never escape?

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Eh.. for some reason I'm not so proud of this one.