The Power Of Ink

why ?

You tell me to take care of it, yet you throw it away like its nothing.
Why tell me when you can't do it yourself?
Why tell me when all you feel is disgusted with me?
Why tell me if all you feel is disappointment when you talk to me?
Why talk to me if i make you so agitated?

Why not just let me go?
Why drag me down with you?
You aren't gonna answer, then why talk to me in the first place?

Why talk to me and make me feel like all of this is my fault?
Why make me drown in guilt when its not my fault?

Why?
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