Why why why

Why do thoughts of you, still fill my mind,
even though you’ve chosen to leave me behind.

Why does your picture still hang on my wall,
even though you just sat back, as you watched me fall.

Why do I still picture your reaction, before I make any choice,
why even though you’re always hollering, do I still love your voice.

Why do I still want to make plans, for us to hang out,
even though, the level of my love, is something you doubt.

Why do I love the smell that is spread when you walk into the room,
even though in your heart, there is no space I consume.

Why do I want to hold your hand, and lay with you at night,
even though after you stop pretending your nice, we break out into a fight.

Why are you the one that I’ve sacrificed so much for,
even though you consider me to be just a Wh%re.

Why are you the only one I try to impress,
even though to you, I’m just another source of stress.

Why do I ditch the ones that truly care,
even though when we make plans, you are never there.

Why do we make plans to hang out, so we can spend time,
even though you just plan on ditching me for somebody whose more of a dime.

Why do I stay up late, in hopes that you’ll show,
even though your not coming, and that’s something I know.

Why do I call your house, when I know you’re there,
I guess that about me, you really don’t care.

Why do I try to express my feelings with words,
even though, I could never describe, this feeling of hurt.