Why can’t you just love me.
Why does it have to cost just to get a response.
Do the tears you see fall cause you any remorse?
Does the hurt that hide behind the eyes ever cut to your soul?
I cannot wait anymore for the answer.
The thing that I need the most has not walk through my door.
The more that is given means the more that has been taken.
There is only one thing left.
That tree has seen enough necks.
One more is not the answer to the question.
Letting go is the solution but will that be enough.