All These Questions End With Why - Poem by Isaac Helms
All these questions end with why
How much longer do I have to wait to die?
Asked yourself why didn’t you cry
Last thing I want to say is goodbye
Think of nothing else but you
Many others come but they will not do
Disguise myself to join your crew
An easy life comes to a few
Should I cut myself with this knife?
Should I take my own life?
Leave this land of dismay
No one to hear what I pray
Watch my sanity drift away
More of me dies today
A heart dies with every pound
Want to lie six feet under ground
A person that can’t be found
What was that sound?
I recognize that person’s voice
Threw his sobs and cries
Abandoned and betrayed
And has nothing to keep him stable
That voice I hear is mine
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