Why

Why did he leave?

Why did he cheat on me?

Why did he have to die?

Why?

Why did this happen to me?

Why didn't this happen to someone else?

Why us?

Wasn't our life happy enough, for him?

Why wasn't I told any of his problems?

Did he blame me?

Why?

Why didn't anyone warn me?

Was it just me?

Or was it him?

Did he leave me a note?

Did he plan this?

Why?

Why did god take him from me?

Wasn't I good enough?

When I look in the mirror I see my reflection.

A broken hearted girl who has nothing left to live for.

I see her take a knife and cut to the bone.

As she lays lifeless,

I see her die and wonder why.

In the afterlife, they stare at one another.

Holding out their right and left hand, entwine them.

There is nothing to say, but the single letter question.

Which make them both, want to know, and wonder why?

By Broken-Angst-Reader-Writer