Why Me?

The lady wanted a poem, and therefore WILL get her poem!!

I watch as everyone
walks away and I think,
"Why me?"

I stare as the blood
leaves my arm and I ask,
"Why me?"

I feel so alone
that I pray and pray,
"Why me?"

I have fell into a hole,
swallowed by darkness,
"Why me?"

I see a warm hand, reaching,
only reaching for me,
"Why me?"

I grasp it and pull myself
to stand by the beauty who chose,
"Why me?"

I sit idly and dazedly by
as my heart beats out of my chest,
"Why me?"

I smile softly as her lips
find my own,
and I couldn't question something
that feels so right.

Author's Note

I just thought of this because I have a bad habit of questioning everything, good or bad. Typed it up on my phone, so blame any errors on that! Reviews are greatly appreciated!!!