Why?
I don't want to say good-bye
I'm not given a say
One day everything is going fine
Then they take it all away.
You learn they don't know more than you
In fact, they know much less
Yet you're subjected to listening to them
Telling you what's best
I want to scream, I want to yell
But I sometimes feel as if I fell
Into my own personal hell
I can't express
I'm asked not to feel
Yet I'm expected
To help them heal
I feel like a dam
Who has been damned
To be bottled up
Without release
The pressure builds
I reach my fill
Yet, I'm asked to take
Just one more cup.
I ask you,
When will the torment cease?
When the one I love
Is deceased?
Supposedly at peace.
No.
Then the dam which is full
Will be broken open wide
No longer a place to hide
Unable to hold the tears I cried.
Crumbling all that I have built
Drowning me in all that guilt
Leaving me with the
Lone eternal question
of
Why?
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