Breathe

Is it that I choose to love you,
without complaints,
without  showing you a single drop of tear,
that you distance me from you,
I’m an existence that is frail now
a life that lives on to hear you
why? What is my crime?
I just can love you,
not even a grain of love from you
I ask, then why do you offer me hatred
that makes me question every breath I take?
I just wish to know why?
why do I exist in such a worthless existence?
where I just can love you endlessly,
While I burn in you hatred.
Why do I exist so?