Reasons Hurt

 
R eeling from nothing, what do you expect

E verything’s something, in my head it’s kept

A  reason for
some, a burden to many

S uicidal relief, a device too heavy

O n with life, lacking a cause

N ext is hell, in all its bloody shores

S omething you wish, could all be yours



H ardly a soul, to wonder with me ‘why?’

U pkeep of our mind, too daring to pry

R etreat would be bliss, but I hate to say

T he price of the latter, too much to pay