Murdering Love

You're painful, you hurt.
Its like you're holding a knife in front of you, each time we get closer, the knife sinks deeper into my heart, The closer you get the more it hurts, but the more it hurts, the more I want...
The wound gets deeper. Then you pull away, pull out the knife. Leaving me with blood-covered hands, holding a needle and thread, trying to stitch the pieces back together.

Why, Why, Why?

With a look she passed on that dreadful night,
A look of fear, pain and fright.
But there she lay on her stone cold bed,
As the sheets were pulled up over her head.

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

She left late, off home to bed, the night was dark, the roads were wet.
She checked her phone, and what to see,
But 4 missed calls from hey beloved Daddy.

She calls him back without a wait,
“Don’t stay up, I’ll be home late”

With that she did what she had to do,
Her 4 last words, “I love you to”

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

To quick she turned, she scrapped the pole, she closed her eyes, she lost control.

The car spun, her life flashed, the tyres screeched, the glass smashed.

That moment went so slow it seemed,
As she let out her final scream.

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

The phone it rang, the time was 3,
Her mother thought, “Who must that be?”

The dreaded call to end it all,
Her mother screamed, the phone did fall.

The tears flowed, the body showed,
“Is this your daughter, yes or no?”

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

Her friends, her lover, her family cry.
The time has come to say goodbye.

The hugs and flowers will never do,
To ease the pain that they’ve gone through.

Her father weeps; her mother cries…those 3 sad words

Why?
Why?
Why?