Tell Me

You always have answers 

Shoot them back at me like swords 

Like the broken shards of an empty bottle

But they're the answers to the wrong questions 

And I know you've gone through hell, a few times 

And I know you hated it,

 so why do you bring it with you?

Just answer my questions, 

Not the ones that haunt you 

Just tell me,

Tell me,

Why

Why this 

Why do you try to help me

Say you love me, then yell at me 

Why can't you show up, to your own dinner 

Why won't you accept help, when it's all you force on me

Why do you complain about everything, but do nothing to stop it

Just, why?