“Why did she do it? ”
They all want to know
I have a shameful confession
I don’t really care
All I wish to know
is how
How did she go?

Did she stick a gun in her mouth
to taste spinning led as it meticulously removed the back of her head?

Did she wrap a chord tight around her neck
till the only song sung was diminished?

Did she jump off a ledge
painting the ground when she hit?

Did she spread her veins open
And with what did she use?

Was this her first?
Cause we know it was her last
I hope she was creative
Not dull or plain
Was there a note,
hand,
typed,
or written in blood?
Who cares about why
When how’s so much more
fun

Emily K. Courtney

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-ask-why/