Life is Unfair

Whenever someone says
you'll get over it
you'll pull through this
I just want to laugh in their face
Cause that's only what you say
to make me believe everythings ok
But it's not
I know the truth
Everything in this world happens for a reason
whether it is good or bad
but when something happens to each other
we counsol one another
and say things we really don't mean...

So what happens if you died?
Would it be ok then?
What happens if you can't see?
Will everything still be the same?
What happens if your family falls apart?
Does that make everything ok still?
What if I were to commit suicide?
Would everything still be ok?

Here I am with these questions I have asked
and you look down
like your ashamed to say
that not everything is ok
I look away for a split second
and then I look back
and I see tears building in those great green depths
What is the matter? I ask quietly
Why are you crying? I ask quickly
For fear starts to shake my bones
and I am not sure how to hold on anymore

Your right about everything you know
I hear you weakly say
Your right about not everything in this world is good
or bad, or inbetween
Your right about not everything being ok
Not everything staying ok
All those questions you asked
I ask myself everyday
but it hasn't happened?
So why would it happen?

I look at you a second
pondering your thoughts
and then I realize the answer
wasn't so far away
I look behind me
tears building up in my eyes again
all I want to do is cry and curl up into a ball
my hands become fists
the wall becomes blury
and you look at me and then collapse on the floor
I am in no hurry to help you up
for if I move
I will be down on the floor with you
so let me catch my breath
and catch my tears
before I tell you the truth and the truth is

Life is unfair.