How did we get here?
On this planet and into this planet.
It seems like the fate is playing us and laughing behind the curtain. Explaining everything that hurt me.
Why did they leave me?
Was I really so bad person that they left me alone?
I wish I could know what the future holds. Will it embrace me like I embraced my dead soul?
The burity of my body left me. Now there are only damned cruel thoughts in my mind. Eating me alive...
And I'm just hiding under the covers.
How could this happen to anybody?
Is God really such a bad person? Is this actually leading me somewhere?
True and hones.
Why am I weeping on the ground?
I thought I was over that...
Clearly I wasn't...
Is mourning actually leading us somewhere or do we do that just to get rid of that blame which is hauting us forever...
How did I get here?
How could this happen?
