Why do we put it on when it's cold and save it as something to keep?
Why do we use an umbrella to walk under the rain?
Why don't we just walk normally like it doesn't cause any pain?
Why do we go to the hospital when we get ill?
When we all know we are all gonna die still.
Why do we cry like a baby when we lose something we like?
Why does it take a long time to stop feeling like crying?
Why do we keep on praying eventhough we know the bad things are still gonna happen anyway?
And we are gonna ended up at the point when we think our effort doesn't eventually work out.
But. that's. how. this. life. supposed. to. work.
We are trying not to lose faith.
We anticipate.
We try to resist.
We try to save our ownselves from the hurricane.
The tears might be the loudest form of the longing they can shout.
We are all facing problems which are unseen.
We are trying to fix the mess which is made by the battle we can't win.
If you think that i'm in a mess right now, you got it all right.
