why?

Why do we have to laugh when we feel like crying?
Why do we have to smile when we feel like bursting into tears?
Why do we have to pretend to be strong when we feel like kneeling down?
Why do we have to mature so fast without experiencing how it is to be a little child?
Why do we have to search for the truth when in the end you’ll only regret what you’ll find out?
Why should one continue living when s/he desperately needs to die?

Why….