Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

September 1, 2011

Why?

by Destiny

I don't know what's going on
nor can I explain why
but I'm tired of all the endless nights
where all I can do is cry.

My life is a crossroad,
I don't know where to turn,
and I'm too afraid to step in the fire,
because I might get burned.

The things you say,
the things you do,
are not just hurting me
but hurting others too.

One day I won't be here,
you won't see me anymore,
you'll sit there from the window,
watching me walk out the door.

You're tearing this family apart,
and we'll never be the same,
you're toying with all our lives,
Come on now, this isn't a game.

My heart is starting to hurt,
and I may begin to cry,
But before I do, tell me one thing,
why?

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