why?

"leave the people who have hurt you,

but keep memories nearby."

'well, thanks alot, cliche and trite,'

i mutter as i sigh.

the memories aren't present -

for the past has passed me by.

but sometimes it makes me crazy

and i just can't figure why.

as happy as i am here,

i feel like i have to try-

put forth effort and put up a front.

i still struggle not to cry.

i don't know that there's an answer

to the pain that makes hearts die.

maybe we're meant to just sit here,

wond'ring and screaming

"why?"