I question your existence

why are you here?
is it to torture my fear?
my fear of being alone.
no love.
I question your every action.
because this is just a trick.
to make me feel some sort of way.
but I refuse to play these games.

why are you here?
to test my faith?
or lock me up in a cage?
so no one will see my face.

I question your existence.
every night and day.
now i no longer cry out in pain.
because you are locked away.
no more fables of loving me.
no more lies of what we could be.
nothing.

you are not here.
not anymore.
it's a good thing to.
because you exist with a purpose.
of torturing me with my darkest fear.
of ever being truly in love.