Why?
Why?
In my days after leaving I am left with more questions than answers,
Why didn’t you respect me enough to listen when I told you to stop?
Why did your parent’s sit by and watch while I cried and just tell me that you loved me?
Why did I have to be made to feel like I was going crazy and deserved it?
Why was it me that felt shame when you felt nothing?
Why was it you that wanted a child but wouldn’t support me at all during the pregnancy?
Why was my life turned upside down but yours carries on as normal?,
Why are you happy for me to be homeless with your daughter while you still have a house?
Why didn’t I deserve to be loved or treated as an equal?
And why is there no justice?
Just my word against yours,
Why?