I don’t know why you read this,
if you won’t gain anything from it.
I don’t know why I think Mom can return
from the dead anytime soon.
I don’t know why we have to face death
when we are born to live.
I don’t know why we don’t have peace,
when life has so much pain.
I don’t know why I don’t have answers
to answer some of my questions.
I don’t know why sometimes
I think that God is not alive.
I used to attend church every Sunday
now I’ve stopped going
and I don’t know why.

I say
I don’t know why I write down my feelings,
if you can’t relate to the pain inside me.
I don’t know why my so-called father
decided to abandon me.
I’ve been in love, but broken so many times,
I don’t know why.
I don’t know why I can’t have another heart
’cause this one is broken apart.
At night I can’t sleep,
I don’t know why I keep turning and tossing.
Living in my thoughts
is now my reality, I don’t know why.
I don’t know why I keep writing,
if words fail to share all my feelings.
I don’t know why life doesn’t have a replay button
so we can repeat our history.
I don’t know why we can’t foresee the future
so we can prepare for it.
I don’t know why I bleed so much pain.
Maybe I have to persevere, like my name.