A Question And An Answer

I am often screaming into the void,

Asking a question,

That has an answer,

But I keep asking the same question,

Again and again and again,

And I keep getting the same answer,

Again and again and again,

With every new situation,

Highlighting it further,

And every day,

Just making me believe,

How my heart could have been saved,

From breaking,

And every day,

I believe a little more,

How I wouldn't have done it to him.