At the time I said to myself it's okay
I find myself wondering
Am I too much?
or
Am I too little of anything?
Why do people love me then they leave?
Why did they ever love me when they will get hurt and then stop having conversations with me?
Why do we hurt when we love?
Is it to balance anything or just that, it's just the way it's created?
Life and then, this love
Why do we fall to people who were already caught by someone else they love back?
Why do we torture ourselves with the hope we will have the love we also deserve?
Why do we look at another person and then fall for them despite already falling for someone else?
Then when we do, people will say we never loved that someone else and we really never knew love
Love is tricky on its own
Like life playing at us like a joke
And making as mad and frustrated, we just want the feelings to end and cling to hope for an amnesia of those emotions that leaves us in a void
I wonder, is love worth it? Is life worth it?
Would we ever find purpose in anything then find nothing at the same time and we question again like some dumb being, frustrated of the reason of existence?
I just wonder but like all the beings in this world, I don't have the answers
Why do we even ask 'Why?' "?"
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