Sorry i havn't written anything in so long, no time. But anyway. This poem isn't totally original, a friend came to me with a half started poem that he couldn't finish and i told him to keep working on it, but i would write my own version, so i can't take all the credit (but i'll try to take most ). Also much softer than what i usually write. Why isn't life perfect? Why can’t I say I love you? When that is all I feel, Why do I call you my friend? When you betray me again and again, Why do I pray to God? When I don’t believe he’s really there, Why does my heart keep beating? When life is my only despair. But what if the world was perfect, Would I have the courage to tell you then? Would I believe in God without question? Would I live with no despair? But how could such a world exist, When we make war instead of peace, Only watch the starving become hungrier, And always hurt those we love the most. So I’ll keep my love a secret, In hope that one day, The world will become perfect, Though I doubt I’ll see that day, So I’ll pray to God that day will come, Sometime during my life, Until then I’ll keep on living, Because I don’t have the courage to die.