why?

Why we bleed for things that leave?

Why the strong still grieve in sleep?

Why they say “you got your wings”

But clip you when you try to leap?

Why my love look more like war?

Why my peace feel like a chore?

Why my prayers come back as noise

Bouncin’ off that ceiling floor?

Why i fake my mood for screens?

Why my truth feel like a meme?

Why success taste more like shame

Every time i chase that dream?

Why i text and then delete?

Why i ghost the ones i need?

Why i drown inside my thoughts

And blame the ones who set me free?

Why i write these songs at night?

Why they feel like candlelight?

Why the silence love me more

Than anybody ever might?

Why the past still hold my tongue?

Why the future sound so dumb?

Why the now just slips away

Every time i try to run?

Why i never feel enough?

Why the easy feels so tough?

Why my chest be hella loud

But my lips don’t speak that stuff?

Why i’m here and not out there?

Why i even still care?

Why?