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Just Wondering (not a poem)
You said love is suicide,
So why are you happy he's in it?
Why do the things in the past bother me more than the things going on now?
Why can't I just let go?
Why do their faces still haunt my mind,
And how come they're not bloody?
Why do I feel like he understands me,
But I'm completely misunderstood?
How come he loves me,
But the knife can be still found in his hand?
How come if I let go of my terrible past,
I'm letting go of my whole childhood?
How can a lie make some feel better?
Am I supposed to tell the truth and make things worse?
How come letting the tears flow is more painful than letting the blood flow?
How can so many tears go by unnoticed?
Should I go live with my aunt and uncle?
How come I have to take an anti-depressent in the morning,
To keep myself from suicide,
But I have to take a depressent at night,
So I can sleep alright?
Wouldn't they just keep canceling each other out?
If so, how is this helping?
How come I'm not dead,
And why am I still here?
You'd think I would of atleast ran away.
