All I can do is wonder why
Why is it so hard to say goodbye
Why do I have to be such a disgrace
Why do tears deserve to fall down my face
Why have I put myself in this position
Why does my anger serve as ammunition
Why do all my long nights turn blue
Why did I continue loving you
Why did there have to be more than one
Why did I think of you as the rising sun
Why did I fuck everything up
Why does this decision have me so stuck
Why can't I just finally be free
Why can no one hear my pleas
Why have I stayed on this earth so long
Why can't I lose my emotions in a song
Why the hell are my evenings so troubled
Why have the dosages more than doubled
Why was I constantly left at home
Why did I even want to write this poem
Why does he feel like my only good choice
Why do I get so lost in his voice
Why weren't you there when I needed help
Why was your promise my safety belt
Why did I even trust you at all
Why did you play my feelings like a ball
Why is my writing no longer relieving
Why do I feel like no longer breathing
Why can't the smokes just give me cancer
Why can I not find an answer?
-K.W.B.
[This entire poem is very specific to my current situation, which is why I wrote it. I hope no one has to relate.]