I
would
give you my
forever but I doubt
I will be around that long
so I'll give you what I've got and
hope that it's
enough

Why?
Why do you hurt yourself?
Why?
Why must you bleed?
Why?
Why do you cry a lot?
Why?
Why do this to me?
Why?
Why can't you talk about it?
Why?
Why do you like your scars?
Why?
Why would you want to keep them?
Why?
Why do you avoid me?
Why?
Why did you do it?
Why?

It's nice to be able to forget,
and act like nothing happened.
But my memory seems to hate me,
The things I try hardest to forget haunt me,
The things I cling to seem to just slip away...

The way I told you I didn't care,
When all I wanted to do was hold you close,
And never let you leave me again...

The time you saw my scars,
How you flinched as if they hurt you,
And couldn't quite look me in the eye...

I see forgetting as a gift,
I wish I could just fall asleep,
*And forget we ever happened...