The Question That keeps on Popping up.

I came to fuss, I came to raise hell, I wanted to be able to let go and let everything slip away from what I have been holding in but at the same time, I am at a loss of words, I am at a loss of everything right now.

All I can do is scream out what has been going through my head for a very long time, and this is WHY? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do I feel as if it is nothing I can do? And then I ask Why has the communication left, leaving me speechless, and feeling like Nothing? Again I ask WHY?

Chandra