My "why"

I loved you.
I still do.
You broke my heart.
You're the reason I do this.

You see my scars.
You see the pain.
All you do is watch,
and don't attempt to help.

I'm lying here, dying,
and you're just asking questions.
You know exactly what you've done,
You've ripped me up and left me alone.

Why do I do this to myself?
Is that all you care about?
Why, why, why.
Well here's my "why" to you...

Why do I love you the way I do?

*more random thoughts*
©Lucy