• Why?
    Why must we be hurt?
    Why must we hurt others sometimes?
    Why do we have broken hearts?
    Why do we always go back to the start?
    Is our life trying to show us something?
    A secret message of some sort?
    I write this hearing a bomb hit the port across from my house.
    I run to the bomb shelter just waiting for more bombs
    I am just a woman writing poetry in her bomb shelter
    But I have a secret too.
    I'ts that I am not supposed to exist
    This poem makes no sense
    Woah that scene was intense
    the eneimes are coming..
    The bombs are hitting harder
    Im going crazy
    Please, someone help me!
    I scream
    No reply
    Want to know why?
    Because..
    I do not..exist.