Why

My heart is full of sorrow,
It is starting to crack,
My pierced heart is full of venom,
Spreading faster then i wanted,
It makes me sick,
And the pain makes me cry.

My brain is filled with memories,
That you created,
I remember it all,
Even in my sleep,
Your hurtfull words is what i hear,
Behind the screams,
They are worse then the abuse,
My head is filled with questions,
One of them is why.