Death answers questions too

If absence makes the heart grow fonder
why do i hate you so much?
and if i'm looking for a way to ease the pain
why do i cry after every touch?
and if i shed a tear for every year
you left me all alone
they'd drown me and my conscience
in this house that's no longer a home
and if January 29th was such a hard day
why weren't you there?
there were pictures in my heart of you
but now the walls a bare

if i'm unintentionally cutting my wrist
then i guess you unintentionally died
and even though i shouldn't be questioning God
i still find myself asking "why?"