Why?

why ask why when it doesn’t change anything that hurts anything at all it’s so fucking unjust… leaving me only a little more less broken than you  

Trying to find thanks…

  in the sun’s mourning light searching for any spark in your eye. What are you thinking right now in your medicated haze mixed pain? Why do we always ask why when why doesn’t give a shit. Like deserving what we get get’s us what we deserve. Who decides these things, like perverse justice. Trying…