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2001 Poetry Why do the ones I love
always get taken away?
And why am I the one that’s left
to wither day by day?
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Why do I feel so empty
all torn up inside?
And why do I feel like my emotions
are on a roller coaster ride.?
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Why do I make these wishes
knowing they’ll never come true?
And why do I love you so much,
when I don’t even want to see you?
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Why can’t I have the courage
to tell you I love you?
And why can’t I tell you while your gone
that I miss you and I’m blue?
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Why do I always feel like,
I’m the last to know?
And why can’t I release my emotions?
why can’t I let them show?
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Why can’t I say your name
with getting a chill down my spine?
And why do I waste my time,
trying to make you mine?
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Why can’t I just feel happy,
or not feel so depressed.
And why can’t I get up in the morning
wanting to get dressed?
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Why do I feel like I knew you,
even before we met?
And why can’t I help feeling like I’m nothing to you,
and to your friends I’m just a bet.
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Why can’t I seen to get you
out of my restless dreams?
And why is it that everywhere I look, there you are?
At least that’s what it seems.
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Why is it when I look at photo’s
I start to weep and cry?
And why is it that the one’s I love,
always seem to die?
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Why is it that I know
someday you will move on?
And why can’t I deal with the fact
that someday you will be gone?
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Why do I feel ashamed
to love you oh so much?
And why do I get these butterflies,
every time we touch?
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Why do I feel like I’m a freak
like people point and stare?
And why do I miss your gentle touch
like when you ran your fingers through my hair?
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Why do I hear these voices
that talk inside my head?
And why do I get so depressed
that I can’t get out of bed?
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Why do I feel as though
everything I do is wrong?
And why do I feel so weak,
when I know I must be strong?
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Why do I feel abandoned
like you’ve left me all alone?
And why can’t I let you love me?
seems like my heart is made of stone.
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Why do I have these thoughts
racing through my mind.
Why do you hurt me so much?
Never thought you’d be so unkind.
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Why must I keep on wishing
on these twinkling starts?
And why do I feel like a criminal of love
locked behind these bars?
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Why do I feel like our love
burned out it’s tender flame?
And why should I tell you I love you
when I know you don’t feel the same?
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Why do I feel like my heart
is engulfed in a passionate fire?
And why does that fire burn
with my deepest desire?
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Why do I make the effort
to try and figure you out?
And why do I wonder if you love me
when my mind is filled with doubt?
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Why do I tell you about my day
when it’s none of your concern?
And why do I miss you so much?
Your love, my body yearns.
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Why is it that night after night
I cry these lonely tears?
And why has our love just died
after all of these years?
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Why is it that in this poem,
I seem to be so confused?
And why do I feel so ugly?
untouched, yet, abused.
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Why is it when I sleep
I still feel weak and tired?
And why do I feel dead to the world?
Like my time on earth has expired.
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Why do I listen to songs
that I know will make me cry?
And why do I slit my wrists
hoping I will die?
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Why do I feel like I’m stupid?
Like I’m nothing to everyone.
And why do I feel like it’s the end,
when the pain has just begun?
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Why do I continue to write this,
when it make no sense at all?
And why are you never here
to pick me up when I fall?
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Why do I keep hoping
that you will fall back in love?
And why do I wish to fly away?
Why do I wish to be a dove?
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Why do I keep on writing,
in hopes that you will see?
And why do I keep on writing,
to keep you here with me?
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Why do I have to know that these words
to you are nothing at all?
And why do I stay awake all night,
waiting for your call?
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Why must I know that all the things,
we shared together are gone?
And why must I know when I leave you,
I’ll feel as free as a new born fawn?
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Why do I pour out my feelings to you,
each and every day?
And why is this poem over
when there’s much more here to say?
~*~ Jill ~*~
