Why?

Why go on,
when everything moves so slowly?
The suspense is torture,
but now being sure what will happen, I’ve learned knowing is worse

Why even try,
when everything seems so small?
If I’m happy today,
I’ll just be sad tomorrow

Why care,
about these trivial emotions?
Sad. Happy.
It all ends

Why do anything,
when everything feels utterly pointless?
Nothing to work for,
nothing to hold on to, look forward to

Why?
Who decided this?
The reasons for why we act
Smiling, crying, laughing, grieving

Why do we follow,
even when they supposedly encourage us to lead?
Why do we let them control us?
Because we don’t realize the blades pressed to our throats