Why I Do It
Why I do it
Here I am
With all these words
I write
All these feelings I have
Makes me most times
Lose sight
Of who I am
I can’t tell you why
I sit within these walls and cry
Anymore
Words that needed
To be said
Were finally spoken
Sometimes now
I feel even
More broken
I can’t seem to
Forgive or stop myself
For the things I do
Then punish myself
For what I put you through
The constant calling
In the hopes of hearing
Your voice
It’s like I
Don’t have a choice
At that moment or time
I don’t know any
Reason or rhyme
Once all is said and done
I feel the plunge
Such a long way down
Deep into the loneliness
All around
So hard to pull myself
Back up off the ground
Then when I do get up
I do it all over again
Will it ever end?
So there you have it
The damn life I lead
All the talks and prayers
With God I plead
The days and nights
I no longer want to breathe
But I still do
With the hopes
Of hearing from you
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