Why Me?

Why am I hurting?
Why are people so cruel?
Why is the world spinning?
Why do they get to pass the rule?

Why is there blood on my clothes?
Why is there so much pain?
Why will my world never anastomose?
Why did they never see the vain?

Why is there a funeral?
Why did no one come?

I finally feel at peace.
But it never should have come to this.
The one question I always asked in my life was--Why Me?