You Make Me Wounder Poem by Melissa Schreuder

At night I lay awake in my bed thinking of you,
you make wounder if you are with me or are you far,
you kiss my lips, but there isn't a spark there anymore,
you make me wounder if your still want to be with me,
I take your hand you pull away,
you make me wounder if it's me not you,
I say good night you say good bye.
you go home take a rope and tie it around you throat and jump off the chair,
you make me wounder why you didn't think of me,
you make me wounder why you hid your troubled life from me,
you make me wounder why you kept me ou,
you make me wounder why didn't think of me?