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Why do I breathe?

Sometimes I wonder, alone in my room,
Why do we judge?
Why do we hate?
Why do we need to have everything?
Why can we watch the same movie a thousand times,
And not get sick of it?
Why do we always listen to what plays on the radio,
Whether we think its good music or not?
Why do we need to feel wanted?
All these little questions led to a greater question entirely.

Why does everything have to be as it is?

Could the world have turned out differently

If something else had happened in the past?
Then my thoughts turned to deep consideration.

What if I had never existed?

So many things would not have happened, seemingly insignificant

But still.

I would never have questioned the universe

And none of those horrible things would have ever happened.... to me.

Would they still have happened to someone else?

I knew my own selfishness, to wish that I had never existed,

But I kept going.

Then I thought of air.

Why did we have to need it?

Why did anything about us need to be as it is?

What is 'human nature'?

And why is it so cruel?

Why do we have to breathe?

But soon further contemplation accepted my selfishness.

My thought mutated, and turned to

Why do I breathe?

Author notes

this was just some thoughts i had. i don't know if you could really call it a poem. its certainly not written in my usual style, but i suppose i do think too much... and this shows that i do. these questions have been bothering me for years... don't really understand why, myself.

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  • very dark..
    i was lost at some words.
    but it's really good
    you can write very well

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    the poet of hearts and beautiful words

  • My thought mutated, and turned to
    Why do I breathe?

    that is so beautiful to me... so dark and sad and yet deceptive because the underlying statement in this piece is the thoughtfulness behind the actions of society.... really well placed. what a gift you have, you have such a way with words. in reference to your authors notes, i would certainly call this a poem. and a good one at that. good write!


  • SteveS gold member
    June 9

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    This is great! I love this line "I knew my own selfishness, to wish that I had never existed" Admittedly, I want to somehow borrow this line in some form. The ending of this poem is so clever, how one's thoughts are running so complexly to the point the mind cannot handle the depth so it escapes to simplicity. Just great.


  • Karra-Mayy
    June 7

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    i really like this and often think the same question i like how you have wrote this its really nice


  • razi
    June 6

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    those are all very good questions. i often wonder what the answer is to most of them. i dont think u need to do anything with this. and u could definitely call this poetry

  • I dont think you think too much, i think its normal questions that at one time in our lives, we've all asked ourselves. Dont let it bother you, because everything about makes a lot of sense. Very well done, I enjoyed reading this, and it made me think a bit

  • :)

    i love reading ur poems caz u always put so much emotion in them!!!! and this is probably my.... 3rd favorite

  • dang!

    I was completely mesmerized by this, and it is poetry I think...wonderful prose poetry. I have not thought of many of these questions in a long time, if ever, but I think they are interesting and would love to know the answers as well. I like this style alot. I loved how the little questions changed into bigger, deeper ones. Really great!

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