Why

Pressure wraps its hands tightly around my throat
Tension suffocating me until I can no longer breathe
My voice trembles in an effort to hit every note
With every single tear I cry I lose another heart beat
Why am I here?
What did I do?

My heart is forever scarred with thoughts of you
Temporarily stitched up with a pen and loose leaf paper
Broken and abandoned, all alone and so confused
I wish there was a place I could go where I felt safer
Why always me?
What is this curse?

These six bronze strings absorb all of my anger and hate
Sounds of fear echo off of these four enclosing walls
You manipulate me and think that your lies will compensate
Promises of love become weapons to make me fall
Who do I trust?
What is there for me?

Why am I here?
What did I do?
Why always me?
What is this curse?
Who do I trust?
What is there for me?

Reviews

[vive la bella]

this poem kinda describes me in some situation. sometimes i don't understand why things are happening or for what reason. and sometimes it's like why me what did i do to deserve it. and it feels like those feelings you have won't go away, and you don't really know who to trust or who to talk to about it. i LOOOOOOOve this. good job.