What can I do?
How should I act?
Why should I bother?
Why do people always ask the same God damn things over & over?
Why do they think it’s easy?
Why should they think it’s hard?
Why do we keep going back to the way we were in the past?
Is the only thing on our mind is the past?
Why is it this way?
Is life just another fairytale to end?
Is a human soul so easy manipulated?
Is it that simple to sell it out?
Is it fun to use others?
Is it just another way of losing one’s self so that we won’t feel anymore?
Am I alone in this world?
Will I always be?
Will I meet you again in hopes of falling in love all over again with you?
Will I accept you?
Will we agree?
Will we last?
Will you break my heart again?
Will your soul be a source excruciating pain?
Will it be my silver lining?
Will it be my comfort & pride?
Will it be another way of disgrace & humiliation to me?
Will you leave me for someone?
Will you leave me for me?
Will you leave me for the world?
Will you leave me for your life before me?
Will you leave me because someone says so?
Will you leave me in an unknown place where you have domination over me?
Will you leave me out in the blistering cold naked?
Will you cover me up with something?
Will you leave me in front of the world humiliating me?
Will you leave me in discrete afraid of people’s tongues saying something to hurt your pride?
Will hurt me?
Will you hurt me again like the times before, the ones I said & the ones I’ve hidden?
Will you break my heart again?
Will you kill my soul?
Will you murder my dreams?
Will I let you?
Will I let you feel free to roam in my heart & soul destroying what I have left?
Will you kill me with cold blood & cover up your crime with your name, reputation & pride?
Will you just defeat the strongest rebel single handed in secret behind her back?
Will you stab or shot me?
How many times?
Is it for the times I hurt you?
Is it for the times you felt guilty for being with me?
What is it for then?
Will I fall in love with another man that will make me forget you?
Will this new man satisfy more than you ever did?
Will he be less capable of pleasing me sexually but astonishingly phenomenal emotionally?
Will I strive for sexual pleasure?
Will I go on a shopping spree for a man who will love me for me, for my truth, for my past, for my future actions, for my situations with the people closest?
Will I find a man able to love me more than you ever did?
Will I not find him although he exists?
Will he not accept me?
Will I not be inviting for the growing bitterness you left me with is unbearable so I will forever hold a grudge against you?
Will I be handing on to your memory, comparing you to the next seeing that’s better at being by my side in the most difficult of times than you?
Will I never fall in love again?
Will I always be as bitter?
Will I end up dedicated to my job only?
Will I be a mother of three?
Will I not see past my sweet sixteen, perhaps not after my high school graduation or even now past this moment?
Will I see the twenties I never believed to exist?
Will I even see my children if any?
Will I change my determined decision of not having any children in the future?
Will I believe in other values than the ones I have?
Will people recognise me after my change is complete?
Will they know it’s the more improved version of me?
Will this transformation be complete when I leave this country?
Will it be when I leave next year?
Will it be when I show the people I live with who I really am?Will shock you?
Will it amaze you?
Will it please some & disapprove others?
Will I become an alcoholic, drug addict chain smoking prostitute?
Will I become an escort?
Will I have you as a client?
Will I become a Saint?
Will I please myself or my family?Will I be more of myself or will I be just another replica of my pain & anger you caused?
Will I be killed, murdered?
Will I die of old age?
Will I die of a disease?
Will I suffer when it happens?
Will I be free?
Will I go to heaven or hell?
Will I become a soft lady?
Will I become a tough ass bitch from the streets of Queens?
Will I become a foxy vixen?
Will I become promiscuous?
Will I turn gothic, in closing myself in a shell of regret?
Will I always blame myself for what happened 10 years ago, soon to become 11?
Will I turn it into a source of power & strength?
Will it become my salvation?
Will it become the only way to drag me down if all else fails?
Will it force me into a life of solitude?
Will my past come back to hunt me?
Will it aim at me alone?Will it hunt down the ones I love the most, if any only to destroy their lives?
Will I fight it?
Will I run?
Should I answer these questions on by one?
Should I even try?
Should I bother answering what I’ll never know?
How should I act?
Why should I bother?
Why do people always ask the same God damn things over & over?
Why do they think it’s easy?
Why should they think it’s hard?
Why do we keep going back to the way we were in the past?
Is the only thing on our mind is the past?
Why is it this way?
Is life just another fairytale to end?
Is a human soul so easy manipulated?
Is it that simple to sell it out?
Is it fun to use others?
Is it just another way of losing one’s self so that we won’t feel anymore?
Am I alone in this world?
Will I always be?
Will I meet you again in hopes of falling in love all over again with you?
Will I accept you?
Will we agree?
Will we last?
Will you break my heart again?
Will your soul be a source excruciating pain?
Will it be my silver lining?
Will it be my comfort & pride?
Will it be another way of disgrace & humiliation to me?
Will you leave me for someone?
Will you leave me for me?
Will you leave me for the world?
Will you leave me for your life before me?
Will you leave me because someone says so?
Will you leave me in an unknown place where you have domination over me?
Will you leave me out in the blistering cold naked?
Will you cover me up with something?
Will you leave me in front of the world humiliating me?
Will you leave me in discrete afraid of people’s tongues saying something to hurt your pride?
Will hurt me?
Will you hurt me again like the times before, the ones I said & the ones I’ve hidden?
Will you break my heart again?
Will you kill my soul?
Will you murder my dreams?
Will I let you?
Will I let you feel free to roam in my heart & soul destroying what I have left?
Will you kill me with cold blood & cover up your crime with your name, reputation & pride?
Will you just defeat the strongest rebel single handed in secret behind her back?
Will you stab or shot me?
How many times?
Is it for the times I hurt you?
Is it for the times you felt guilty for being with me?
What is it for then?
Will I fall in love with another man that will make me forget you?
Will this new man satisfy more than you ever did?
Will he be less capable of pleasing me sexually but astonishingly phenomenal emotionally?
Will I strive for sexual pleasure?
Will I go on a shopping spree for a man who will love me for me, for my truth, for my past, for my future actions, for my situations with the people closest?
Will I find a man able to love me more than you ever did?
Will I not find him although he exists?
Will he not accept me?
Will I not be inviting for the growing bitterness you left me with is unbearable so I will forever hold a grudge against you?
Will I be handing on to your memory, comparing you to the next seeing that’s better at being by my side in the most difficult of times than you?
Will I never fall in love again?
Will I always be as bitter?
Will I end up dedicated to my job only?
Will I be a mother of three?
Will I not see past my sweet sixteen, perhaps not after my high school graduation or even now past this moment?
Will I see the twenties I never believed to exist?
Will I even see my children if any?
Will I change my determined decision of not having any children in the future?
Will I believe in other values than the ones I have?
Will people recognise me after my change is complete?
Will they know it’s the more improved version of me?
Will this transformation be complete when I leave this country?
Will it be when I leave next year?
Will it be when I show the people I live with who I really am?Will shock you?
Will it amaze you?
Will it please some & disapprove others?
Will I become an alcoholic, drug addict chain smoking prostitute?
Will I become an escort?
Will I have you as a client?
Will I become a Saint?
Will I please myself or my family?Will I be more of myself or will I be just another replica of my pain & anger you caused?
Will I be killed, murdered?
Will I die of old age?
Will I die of a disease?
Will I suffer when it happens?
Will I be free?
Will I go to heaven or hell?
Will I become a soft lady?
Will I become a tough ass bitch from the streets of Queens?
Will I become a foxy vixen?
Will I become promiscuous?
Will I turn gothic, in closing myself in a shell of regret?
Will I always blame myself for what happened 10 years ago, soon to become 11?
Will I turn it into a source of power & strength?
Will it become my salvation?
Will it become the only way to drag me down if all else fails?
Will it force me into a life of solitude?
Will my past come back to hunt me?
Will it aim at me alone?Will it hunt down the ones I love the most, if any only to destroy their lives?
Will I fight it?
Will I run?
Should I answer these questions on by one?
Should I even try?
Should I bother answering what I’ll never know?
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