Why

You faked,
you lied,
you take,
you died.

To me you don't even exist.
I took such a big risk.

iI loved you so much.
We closely touched.

You should have told me how you felt,
because with my heart I dealt.

My heart will never be whole,
and I partically have a soul.

I have to many questions to ask,
and so many tasks.

I probably never will be able to say,
but maybe one bright early day.

So here goes,
all I ask is WHY?