Why?

Why?

Why do I keep my secrets?
         Why do I have to lie?
why do I constantly hate myself?
         Why do I always cry?

Why do I cut myself,
In the corner of the room?
Why do I put myself,
Through this pain and this doom?

Why do I choose,
To be cold and so alone?
Why do I never choose,
To talk to you on the phone?

Why do you keep your secrets?
But still you never lie.
Why do you say you love me,
Then the next you wish I would die?

Why do you make me,
Sit alone in my room and cry?
Why do you forever make me,
Scream until my voice becomes weak and dry?

Why do you never speak to me,
When it is I need you most?
Why do you never listen to me,
When I’m begging for you to?

Why do we continue trying,
When neither of us want to listen?
Why do we continue fighting,
When we know we will never forgive?

Why do we make such a big deal,
When we cant stand to speak?
Why do we even try to feel,
When we never even touch?

I keep my secrets,
So you cant understand how I feel.
I hate myself and so much more,
Just for the reason this isn't’t real.

You keep your secrets,
To make you feel better.
You say you love me,
So you think nothing would matter.

We keep fighting,
So we don’t have to speak.
We keep hurting,
Because were to weak.

But what is the point of fighting  
when we never care?
What is the point in arguing,
When we just shed to tears?

We are so weak,
We just put each other down.
We cant even speak,
Its pathetic to try.

We both should just fucking die.