Why does my heart go on beating.

Why do my eyes stay wide.

Why does the sun go on rising,

Why do I stay alive.

Why do my lungs go on breathing.

Why are my feelings trapped inside.

Why does the sun go on setting,

Why do I stay alive.

Author's Note:

Yet another poem I wrote around a year ago, when I was feeling absolutely shattered. I didn't quite feel as hopeless as this poem portrays, for my poetry is often an exaggeration of my deepest, darkest, and saddest feelings.

-I. Quill