Attempts at Pun

Why roses are red, while violets are blue?
Why do I have to live, while another guys gotta be dead?
Why do I have to face things, while they all face emptiness all day?
Why doesn't everything be equal, why does it has to be different?
This uniqueness..is killing me, just like this emptiness does.
These fakeness, doesn't cut through me, instead stick with me and so on.
This darkness doesn't chase me, the shadow does, instead.
These words...means nothing, for it came out of my mouth and from my mind, linger to these fingers of mine and keep just scrambling up empty thoughts..
These day seems rather bright than dark, but something is missing, and I don't know what.
Something is gone, somehow it is.Somewhere it's off, somekind of done.
This world is foggy, it's all covered with gray shades.I couldn't find what's missing, I couldn't move a tiny step.
I couldn't make a single call, my mouth's closed, it locked itself out.
Couldn't make a single act, shouldn't act, told my mind.
It's the only thing that I got, I should listen to it, shouldn't I?
While all things started to covered in death silence, I couldn't find what's missing.It's all gone, maybe it's all out.I don't even know which is the reality.
These thoughts, came out closed by, for I'm dreaming too much.
Swallowed by it, sure I did.
Stayed in it, yes, I would.
But somehow it keeps missing, I am not whole, it's just shattered pieces.
I am not one, it's just a tiny fraction making such a fuss over nothing.
I thought I lost one tiny fraction, infact I lost all of them.
These days I couldn't be myself, I really has lost it all.
Couldn't really tell and understand what happened these days.
My mind couldn't catch what's going on in an instant, couldn't smell the fakeness through all the lizards at once, couldn't find..what's missing now.
Which is missing, wonder why.Why is it missing, and why it's gone.
A lot of questions passed my mind, wonder why it's all still come and gone.
What is missing, is my current objection, my priority.
If I kept staying not knowing what is it, that has gone from these hands, I couldn't get it back, and now, I really can't.
These eyes are so tired of blinking and moving around.
These hands still wants to move and keep messing around.It isn't one, it thinks different.
If I couldn't make it one, couldn't work together, I might lose it all at the same time.
OMG.