Sometimes....

Why is it that
When you wanna laugh
Noone laughs with you
They seem hell-bent
on making you cry

Why is it that
When you wanna cry
Noone weeps with you
They laugh away your worries

Why is it that
When you wanna be touched
Everybody seems aloof
As if they're oblivious of you

Why is it that
When you wanna talk
There's noone to listen
Noone to respond
Noone to take in your words
And nurture them inside

Why is it that
When you wanna listen
You don't hear the right words
Or you hear too much
More than you care to hear

Why is it that
When you wanna die
You go on living
And when you wanna live
Death seems so imminent!