Why are you so selfish?
Why didn't you ask me?
Ask how I was?
Ask if I was fine?
If I was still alive?
Why didn't you ever bother me with a call? Or even a text?
Why didn't you ever say that you love me? Why did you leave me to wonder what would happen next?
Why did I ever open up to you?
Why did I ever dream about us?
Why did I think you would love me?
Why did I ever think you were any different?
Why did I think that you wouldn't leave me?
Why did telling you everything, make it worse?
Why do I run behind you?
Why can't I receive your attention like you give others?
Why can't whatever you give me, make me happy?
Why am I so greedy?
Why am I so needy?
Why don't you even hold my rough hands?
Why don't you care about me?
Why are you so callous?
Why did you lose me?
Why were you too late?
Why me?
Why?
