You Can't

Why do you continue to mess up this life?

Why can't you just keep it to yourself?

What is it that makes you do the things you do?

What are you searching for?

How can you live like that?

When I say no, you say yes.

When I ask why, you don't answer.

When I say "I can't," you say "I know."

When I say "I will," you say "you won't."

How can you live like that?

If I laugh, you sigh, knowing it won't last long.

If I cry, it pains you and you die.

If I scream, you listen all the while.

If I say nothing, you yell at me "you fool."

How can you live like that?

But . . .

When I treat you poorly, you cry for me.

If I laugh at you, you say "so what."

Why do I ask such stupid questions of you?

You know that answer, don't you?

You know me better than anyone else.

You live with me and in me; sharing my pain, my joy.

How can you live like that?

"Simple . . . you can't."

My heart will be the death of me.