What I Wish Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

Why? That is all I ask.
How is it some hard to explain?
I just need to know,
even it'll kill me.
Killing my feelings,
feeling numb.
Why do I wish I could go numb?
Why do I just want to scream at the top of my lungs?
Why do I keep on trying, when it'll never work?
Why do I get so attached even if I know the ending?
Leaving will kill me.
I know it will,
no question about it.
Oh please God,
don't let me break.