Why
How often in our life times do we ask ourselves Why
Why does no one else ever ask
Why would you do that to yourself
Why did you make your stomach turn
Why when your body never needed corrected or punished
Why would you drink till you cry
Why instead of forgetting and living your moment did you choose to sink your adolescent's ship
Why would you lose control instead of having fun
Why do you scratch your arms when your nervous
Why would you think peeling back the scabs would make breathing easier
Why do you take your anger out on yourself
Why would you hurt yourself
Why did you expect so much and so little from yourself when you were just a kid
Why did I change inside
Why can't you stand the sight of me anymore, trust me I hate the sight of me more than any of you could
Why when seeing you all makes my heart lighter
Why did you all see something that disgusted you instead of someone who needed your compassion
Why couldn’t I keep it together
Why did I fall apart
Why did she never ask why because she already knew her part in the answer
Why did I spend my childhood looking after you, I always had to be the bigger person despite being your wee one
Why did she scream and yell when I cried and begged for help like I had done something wrong
Why did they never want to help
Why did it make them hate me instead
Why when nothing could’ve made me hurt them because I loved their friendship so much
Why did the ones that care never have the voice to ask why
Why; what was really happening to make me this way
Why did we then grow apart like the only memories we had were burdens
Why am I left always asking myself
Why
