All Gone

You ask me these questions like I can't handle life.
You worry all the time about my conflict and strife.
You won't just let go, you won't let me be.
You have to hold on. Why can't I be free?

You spend your whole day wondering what you did wrong.
You cry when no one's watching, like in a sad song.
You're burdened with grief watching my life
crumble apart at the blade of this knife.
Now you know how I feel when you want to be done.
When you think it's not real, what you had was all gone.