Why

why do i live
when there is nothing to live for
why do i insist on breathing
when the air is polluted and bitter
why do i wake up in the morning
when there is no one to wake up to
why do i dream
when they crash and burn in nightmares
why do i laugh
when the joy is temporary
why do i scream
when no one cares
in this world something is nothing
no one can make you happy
it seems that no one cares
every one judged by another
my feelings have all but gone in the years
now its just a whole consumed in fake happiness
my love hasn't mattered
my dreams won't come true
but all my life
i will still search
for the good in you