Questions Not to Ask – Poem

I’m told not to ask questions
to heal right.
I am just to let go.
Let go and let God
handle your addictions.
But what am I left with
here all alone?

A pile of lies, endless confusion,
pain so intense,
I feel I might die.
I know there are parts missing from your confession,
but I keep hearing
I can’t ask why.

Why would you hurt me?
Why didn’t you care?
Why’d you mislead me?
Why’d you want me there?
Why couldn’t you release me?
Why keep me with lies?
Why was I never enough
in your addict eyes?

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