What is this place?
What am I doing here?
Where am I supposed to go?
Why am I here?
What are those sounds that I see?
What are those images I hear?
Where is the love I'm supposed to feel?
Where am I?
Why am I here?
tonight...
Where are you?
I cannot see.
I'm blinded by the shards of my broken heart...
I cannot feel.
Am I numbed by your touch?
I cannot hear.
Am I deafened from your voice?
What have you done?
To me
The scars on my heart are the same on my wrists
The hurt that caused me
Where are you now?
Living your life. So perfectly...
Now...
How could you just...
How could you...
My only question is...
Why?
Author notes
This is actually a song that I wrote... but I thought it'd be a nice poem too 
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So many questions, so few answers.
We ask these questions to make our existence more bearable. I was lost most of my life, but I found a guide and my real life started. I hope your friend finds their way! Great write to make one think, The Shaker
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Its actually.. not from my own experience, I wrote it for a friend, and this is how I would feel if the same thing that happened to her, happened to me.
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thank you
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no problem. can i ask who you writing to? if it's to personal it's aiight.
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wow. you ask so many questions that i myself have asked. this is amazing
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