Why?
Everytime you try to leave, I stop you. Make you forgive me for doing nothing wrong, forgive you no matter what you put me through.
Why?
No matter the harm it does to me, I beg you to stay and administer more.
Why?
Is it because I have convinced myself that it is your mental illness, not how you truly feel? Or is it because I tell myself that it won’t always be like this? We have a good time together, but I know the whole time that it is just building up inside you. Your anger can be released at any time.
Why?
I’m walking on egg shells every day and can never ask you anything without a fight. I love you, but why?