Weo?

Why?

I used to never question things knowing that everything had its reasons, I still believe that everything is connected to something and that an explanation could be found if one tried hard enough or that it someday would apear to you.

But why do I still ask the same question, why do I always ask Why? Even after knowing the answer. Yes I still want to ask you why? Why did you force me to accept and yet decline you? Why did you build that huge wall knowing that I would never be able to climb it? Why be happy and yet show me that somethings missing. Why let me scream out your name when you know you can't answer it? Why? Why? Why?

I stoped looking back but why do I keep seeing you infront of me? I hate asking questions knowing the answer, I hate asking questions knowing that the answer would always be the same, that it would always be imposible.