Why?

All I can manage
to scream
is "WHY?"

Why did such a
beautiful person
get so short
a time
here?

Why did we
have to say
goodbye?

My insides
are dark,
there is
no light

Only stone
for a heart
pinning me
to earth.

I cannot break
gravity's grip,
I strain against
the earth's pull

Like a bird
whose wings
are pinned
by cruel hands.

Why?
Why, why, why?
Each question
like a wave

Beating the shore
But
there is no answer
no answer, no answer.

I can't live like this
I can't live
What's the point?
He's not here.

We've got it
backwards.
We are born dying
And when we
go,

That is when
life really begins.
I want that life
This one's a poisonous lie.

Life is short.
Tragic.
Pain filled.
Wretched.

I hate the thought
of growing old
And going on
alone.

Nothing matters
anymore.
Why should it?
He's gone.

All meaning
has crumbled,
decayed,
into emptiness.

Old statues,
stone barely held
together
by molecules.

I hate existence.
There is no point
in this
pain.

It takes
everything
to breathe
once.

Must I do it
again and again
until it's my time
to break free?

I just want his arms
around me
again and forever.
Why was that too much to ask?