I Have Questions Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

When was it that our world turned?
I'm here trying to close the wound
are we doomed and is there room
where time would eventually heal
this pain that you're trying to numb?

the safest you have felt was with me
and if another has the combination
then we both face danger potentially
Where it will end in devastation

I have questions about us
tell me how far do you see this going?
I haven't had much faith in present times
Where you would pull away
and the distance has you quite occupied
by what I assume is with you in anothers arms
which will keep haunting me
if you found a home to which you provide heat
when i'm starving of hunger and can not eat