Why?

Why? That’s all I ask, Why? Is there something wrong with me? Did someone tell you all to do this? Or is this just some sick, twisted game? What did I ever do to deserve this, This torture you put me through, Day in and day out? Do any of you have an idea What this is doing to me? Do you? Have you ever thought Of what your cruel jokes and labels Are doing to me? If not, then let me Tell you about everything You’ve put me through. Let me tell you About the restless nights I have Dreading the next day Trying to act like Your words don’t cut Through me like knives. Let me tell you About the tears I’ve cried When trying to be Strong is simply Too much to bear. Let me tell you About the horrible options I’ve considered As a way To escape The pain. It doesn’t matter Either way If I tell you or not You don’t care None of you ever did And you probably never will. Doesn’t it bother you That I’ve considered Ending it all? That your cruel actions Could make someone Take their life? Would you be happy? Is that it? Would my death make you happy? Is that why You torture me so? Is it? Are you purposely Driving me to the Breaking point? If that is so, Then let me ask you Just one thing, Why?