Why Poem by Molly O'Shaunessy

you wonder why
i do so many things
like,
why do i drink?
why do i do drugs?
and most of all
why do i cut my self?
so many things
you wonder why
you want to know?
why i do this stuff?
so heres my reason why.
My life is messed up
no one cares
i drink because the memories wont go away
i do drugs because
things in the present haunt me
i cut myself because
the depression is to much
so there are the answers
to the questions youve been asking
the answers to the things
that youve asked about