Why

this is written about questions i have from things that have happened to me in my past.

hiding in the shadows
pretending i'm just fine.
wounds run so deep
these wounds are mine.

you gave them to me
so many years ago now.
i never asked for them
i will recover somehow.

so many half memories
flashing before my eyes.
words of love spoken
all of which were lies.

losing myself so often
reliving my past and pain.
praying for the silence
of the deafening rain.

no laughing, no smiling
no happiness of days gone by.
you stole so much from me
may i ask you why.

you seen me walk by
you picked me over the rest.
may i please know why
was i really the best.

was i so unloved
you could see it in me.
was i so unprotected
you seen how easy it could be.

now all these years later
i sit and wonder if it will end.
can i recover from your action
can i ever be my own friend.

~~silenttears~~