Why?
Why am I so angry?
Why can’t I cry?
Why can’t I tell her,
how I feel inside?
Why?
Why wasn’t I……?
Why couldn’t she say?
I was good enough?
Why?
Why could she not see?
I loved her too?
Why could SHE not say,
Hey! I love you?
Why?
Why did she leave me?
Why did she not look back?
Why did she act like I
was a needle in her eye?
Why?
Why am i so angry?
Why can’t I cry?
Why do I miss her?
I don’t know…
Why.
Why?
Why did she not love me?
Why was she not there?
Why am I so hurt inside?
Why do I care?
Why?
Luna's world of Beauty, Hopes & Dreams 
Why? A universal question indeed. Why so many things? The repetition is fitting for this theme. Well done.
The torture of parting with love…this torment of the one left behind in question. Beautiful work! ~ Rose
exchange the word “she” wuth “he” and its exactly my “everyday thought” very, very authentic and true 🙂