Why?

Why would anyone break your heart?
why would anyone make you cry?
why would I wake up in the morning,
wanting to move on.
why is there all these faces,
always passing by?
while every thing is burning,
inside my heart.
this world is cruel, dominatrix and very brutal.
it hurts you, destroys you,
and laughs at your pain.
I'm smiling in front of millions,
but they don't know its fake.
they say sleep is the cousin of death.
so I'm over sleeping,
hoping not to wake up.
the pain is slowly growing in me,
and one day I'll explode,
imagine adding too much heat to a plastic balloon.
its funny how life gives what you want, makes sure you're happy.
and than takes it away while tearing you apart.
so again, why would I wake up every morning...
wanting to move on?