Ask

I would ask why life always

has a way of falling apart,

But honestly I don't care anymore.

It can't take it--my heart

is already too sore.

I would put down my knife

in exchange for drugs

I would give my life

for my best friend's hugs.

I would ask why I feel

the need to destroy what I've built

I wish I could heal

from a good cry and a vent

There's simply not much

left for me.

Maybe I'm out of touch

With reality.

I wish this would stop,

but my tears fall--

To the very last drop,

my all, my all.

Author's Note

what do you think?