Viola Kinkaid Poet Concrete

Why

Why is my life such a living hell
All it is hell. I go thought hell 24/7. 
Friends go left and right.
Half of the time is why.
Why go
Why  not come back

What did I do
I don't understand. 
Most of the time I blame myself.
Knowing  I did not do it. 
Half of the time I wish I was not in this mess. 
But yet I was in it. 
I make peoples lives easy but also hard. 

I just don't get it. 
Why is my life such living hell 
God someone help
There is no reason why I should be having all these why's. 
Why. why. Why is a never ending thing. 
But et there is a why be hide everything. 
If it is not one thing it is another. 
There stands a why. 
Why go
Why not come back 
What and the hell did I do.

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