I don't understand
I don't understand
why
such bad things
happen to such
innocent people
and I don't understand
I don't understand
why
this world is so cold and
I don't understand
I don't understand
why I cannot
find happiness
in things that should make me happy
such as
birds chirping and
sunny days and
vacation and
just being alive and
I don't understand
I don't understand
why I cannot
reach home
because home is
where my heart is.

I think it might be
because I know one
day it will all be gone
the birds will stop chirping and
the sun will go down and
not come back up and
vacations will be done and
people get old and
people become broken and
home is too far to touch and
I have lost my heart and
nothing
nothing is
nothing is infinite
and
even the stars stop
shining.