Words Pain Me..

words pain me.. words pain me sooo.. always i asked my self, why? always our notions sad.. and our feelings about sadness.. why we always sink in our sad.. and lost deeply in our pains..? ? ? why we let our pens to drink from our tears..? ? why we called our poems, a poetry and its a sadness..? ? ? and why we call our idea, a prose and its a tears and pains..? ? ? why every lovers weep, cray and be in pain, and no one hear to them..? ? ? why you live in a forgetfulness world and sadness..? ? ? we lived in our homeland, without fatherland.. in our homeland, without shelter and peace.. and became a strangers between our lovers and our families.. and unhappy near our gladness.. why... why... why...?