Why Me?

 

Why me?

I am nothing,

so why do I feel?

My life is empty

held by the seal;

the bond of the broken,

though it seems so-

Real.

Why me?

My love is forever,

but my life is forsaken.

My friend is my heart,

when my heart is breaking.

When I feel betrayed,

I know why I know,

why her love isn't-

Real.

Why me?

I feel that ill,

thus I stop  to breath.

One last time,

I kick out the stand.

My body swings

from side to side,

but that still leaves the question:

Will you be my bride?

Why me?

I never knew why

I loved her so,

but that doesn't matter,

now I'm swung to and fro.

I died much sooner

than death,

I was dead

since my first breath.

I never knew life,

how it was meant to have been spent,

and in this fire,

I pitch my tent.

As I think,

why must I feel,

then I remeber;

This isn't real.

 

. . .

 

Why me?