Why do I not stand up and fight?
Why do I always go back to that night?
I act like I'm so strong and I can take it all.
But how much farther until I start to fall?
My life really isn't that bad.
So what if I don't have a dad?
It's never mattered before.
I want to know what opened that door.
What made me feel this way?
All I want to do is run away.
The cuts on my lefs let me know that I feel.
I thought time would help me heal,
But I guess I was wrong.
Why do I allways have to be so strong?
I want someone to know my pain.
I don't want to do this again.
I want someone to care.
But all they seem to do is stare.
Why do I always care what people think?
Why do I always end up so close to the brink?
Michaela Perkins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-do-i-20/
