Dry tears'poems

Why?

Why can't I understand you?
Why won't you let me reach you?
Why is it hard to get you to talk?
Why do you fake a smile, and say that your fine?
Why is it that your enemy's words is the only one that reaches you?
Why do I always see marks, new and old, on your arms that you cover with cloth?
Why are your parents just sitting there,  with there own stupid pills of joy land?
Why do they say whatever when you say that your not ok?
Why do you prefer going into a world of drugs, and sharp metal blades?
Why is it that you say that you rather be someone people like, than my own self?
Why is it that when your parent left you behind you say that it was the best thing that they ever gave you?
Why do you believe the people that gives you sarcasm, but not the people that gives you the truth?
Why did I get a call from you, telling me that you were in jail?
Why did I find you in prison, in the color of different shades of blue and black?
Why was it that when I got you out, you put on your mask and act like nothing happen?
Why was it a week later that I found you in a alley way, smelling like garbage, waste, and even a bit of death?
Why was it that when I got you to the hospital, you threw a fit and try to run?
Why did they have to keep you restrain, in the fear of the others patient's lives?
Why was it that when I got the results, it said that you tried to overdose yourself?
Why was there a police men in your room?
Why did they tell me that you have to go the house filled with coo coo birds?
Why didn't you tried to fight them?
Why was it that when I visit you, you have your arms tied behind your back?
Why are you saying that you don't belong in this place?
Why was I afraid of you when you ask me to get you out?
Why were my legs shaking with fear, and made me walk away from you?
Why was it that my eyes were wet, heart was fast, and my whole body shaking when I got out of that place?
Why did I break down when I got into my car and drove away?
Why didn't I visit you till many months later?
Why were you smiling when I left you in fear so long ago?
Why did the people say that you were getting out in a year?
Why did I visit you till your time to leave has come?
Why were you acting so normal when I brought you into my house?
Why was that evening so normal and still had the feeling of fear and regret?
Why was it that when I told you good night, you smile with tears in your eyes and said the same thing back?
Why did I dream a dream with blood, drugs, cuts, and had a feeling of hope in it?
Why was it that I woke up the birds, that normally chirp, were as silent as death?
Why was I feeling that you did something that you can't go back to?
Why did I quickly ran to your room and smelled a horrible stench?
Why did I feel a sticky liquid feeling on the floor and my body went cold dead still?
Why was it that my hand was shaking furiously when I touch the gold door knob?
Why did part of me felt that the whole world was slowing down, and I was moving too fast?
Why were you in the air, with a rope around your neck?
Why were you smiling with tears in your eyes?
Why couldn't I speck to the person on the phone and quickly hang up?
Why was I able to call again and tell that person what I needed help on?
Why was I describing you in detail?
Why was I moving slowly to the front door and taking little to no breaths?
Why was it that when I got outside the light, warm air suddenly grew cold and heavy?
Why was it after a few breaths of the heavy, cold air that I started to scream?
Why did my vision go blurry and I couldn't feel any of my five senses?
Why was the only thing I was able to make out was lots of moving spots and a few red and blues?
Why did everything go black and I feel hands around my body, pulling me somewhere?
Why did I wake up in the hospital?
Why did the nurse told me that I was in shock from what I saw?
Why was I getting question from the same police men that was in your hospital room the year before?
Why did I stay in the room and not move like a doll for a few days?
Why did I have enough energy to go to your funeral?
Why wasn't there a lot of people in your funeral?
Why was that after the funeral you sister came to me and gave me a note that she said that you written for me?
Why didn't I open it till a few weeks later after it was given to me?
Why was it that when I open it it says.......................................................................................... 'Why is it that you were being both my savior, and my killer at the same time? That is how I answered all of the questions that you are asking in your mind.'