The Silent Room

There are so many things I don’t know.
So many things I want to know.
So many things unexplained.
So many things I need to know.

Were they all lies?
Were those just a facade?
I can’t bring myself to conclude it that way.

What is going on?
What is wrong?
Who is in the wrong?
Who is wronged?
Why are things wrong?

Is that the only way?
Or we didn’t see the problem clearly enough to see another way out.
I would so hate to be an accident.
A victim.
I hate being left in the dark.
The situation I’m is plain simple:
I don’t have a single clue about what is going on!
If I don’t know what is going, how am I supposed to fix things?
And I’m not about to let her handle things by herself
But will she let me?

I need an explanation.
I believe I deserve it.
And I’m not about to give up, either.

You better not, too.
Let’s not waste this.