Why?

I don't want to say good-bye

I'm not given a say

One day everything is going fine

Then they take it all away.

You learn they don't know more than you

In fact, they know much less

Yet you're subjected to listening to them

Telling you what's best

I want to scream, I want to yell

But I sometimes feel as if I fell

Into my own personal hell

I can't express

I'm asked not to feel

Yet I'm expected

To help them heal

I feel like a dam

Who has been damned

To be bottled up

Without release

The pressure builds

I reach my fill

Yet, I'm asked to take

Just one more cup.

I ask you,

When will the torment cease?

When the one I love

Is deceased?

Supposedly at peace.

No.

Then the dam which is full

Will be broken open wide

No longer a place to hide

Unable to hold the tears I cried.

Crumbling all that I have built

Drowning me in all that guilt

Leaving me with the

Lone eternal question

of 

Why?