Sick Of Asking Why Poem by becky tuffs

I'm sick of asking why,
why you had to die,
im sick of living in this pain,
my life will never be the same.

Dear god will you answer me,
tell me why you set him free,
why on that very day,
you decided to take him away.

He was my very bestest friend,
this broken heart no one can mend,
bring him back, bring him home,
so i dont have to feel all alone.

Why make my life so hard,
why deal me this card,
what did i do so wrong,
to have all my loved ones gone.

I give up on asking you,
i cant believe your true,
when all you do is hurt me,
if you care, let me be free.