Life is never simple©

Why do people base life on 'love'
if it hurts so much to care?
Why is everything so complicated
and nothing in life seems fair?

Why does nothing ever go right
and when it does we cannot see?
Why does my heart hurt so much,
after all, its only me.

Why can't I ignore the pain
unless i down those pills?
Why do i think taking too many
would be some kind of thrill?

Why won't those bad thoughts leave
so I can be attoned?
Why do I cry when no-one's around
if I'm happy being alone?

G Brown - 27 January 2003

This poem was written about me and my situation at the time. I wasn't sure what I felt, all I knew was that I really liked one guy, yet I knew I was loved by another. That was the start. Then the bit about pills was because I had taken some strong panadol and someone had asked if I had a headache, and then i realised, i hadn't... Just made me wonder why I take them.
The last line kinda stuck with me and I really like it... Have written it everywhere =)