why o why

Why is it that we expect,

Why is that it hurts,

Why do we need to be broken to get up,

Why do we need to believe,

Why is it that belief needs a wreck,

Why is their betrayal,

Why is there the pain of being betrayed,

Why do we cry when we know it was bound to happen,

Why do we again try,

When the result is always in our head.

Why do we listen to our heart when we know it will be painful at last,

Why do we always have to fall to run our life,

Why do we need to give in when nobody will pay us back,

Why do we get excited when tears ate going to flow by,

Why do we hope when it is to be shattered,

Why are we ready to live for someone else when nobody at the end hour is to standby,

Why do we love when it is to fly away,

Why do we question when it is to be unanswered,

Why do we pour our emotions when it is never to be understood,

Why do we get up again and again even when we know we are again going bypass the same lows and highs,

Why all this when nothing is permanent,

I ask this to myself today but again,

What I am left with is a why.