And Life Drags On

In the most peculiar ways.

And takes twists and turns.

You never expected.

But should have foresaw.

And sometimes you're high.

And sometimes you're low.

You scream with happiness.

And die of loneliness.

And no one does a single thing.

Because you're silence.

Silence. 

Silence.

And really does anyone care.

About you.

But the answer is known.

And the answer is no.

Because everything around.

Has problems of its own.

And not a single moment.

To be spent on you.

Because why?

Why?

Why?