To Whom Shall I Complain?

To Whom Shall I Complain
~the poem~

I always thought that life would take it's own course
I always knew what would come after this
I never had to try hard, never used much force
I never thought there'd be anything I'll really miss

I don't know what really happened inbetween
And I try to figure why I've fallen,but in vain
I really don't know how I should come clean
Cause I don't know, to whom shall I complain

I never had the time to care about what I own
Never thought it'd be stolen away
Didn't realize that one fine day it'd be gone
I realized this: nothing in this world stays

I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't win
It's like I'm caught in torrents of heavy rain
I really don't know how I should come clean
Cause I really don't know, to whom shall I complain

I never learnt to value what I have right now
No one ever told me things are now or never
No one told me I'd end up losing all I have somehow
I learnt it late, but it's true:Nothing lasts forever

I'm going away, fading from this life I know
Some place which will rid me of this aching pain
Some place that'll rid me of all my sorrow
Where I'll know the answer to this: To whom shall I complain