Tell me why

Tell me why this world is so cruel.
Tell me why some people make life so damn hard.
Is there a reason why bad things happen to people so good?
Why the innocent are the ones to be left scarred?
Tell me why thes miserable thing called life is a never-ending circle of nothing but hate and pain.
Why i often sit in isolation and pray to meet death.
Why i cut myself to relieve all of the straine.
Why bleeding so much feels so good.
Why i have an unexplainable hate towards the world and everything in it.
Tell me why everyone makes me want to punch their face.
Why i still let them treat me like shit.
Why i haven't already kicked their ass for what they did.
What i did i ever do to them?
It is time.
Time to rise with the fallen.
Time to fight fire with fire.
To make them pay for their crimes.
Tell me why i have to fight in the first place.
Why i have spilt my own blood to stay free.
Tell me why i still try.
I fought this all my life and had nothing to gain but pressure.
The pressure to kill.
The pressure to die.
The pressure to subside in this fight.
Tell me why i don't want to drink from death's cup.
Tell me why i don't care.
Why i say "fuck the world above"
But the only thing i can tell you is that the ONLY reason i haven't given in to suicide's gaze,
is love