Why do I?

i question this everyday and wrote a poem with the answer

Why do I keep my broken heart
unable to be fixed?
Why hold onto something so petty?
The thing that makes me writhe in pain,
has me crying torrents of sadness.

Why keep the thing holding me here?
To this dark world so unrelenting and cruel
with frosted beauty from the chill of lost souls.

Why hold the thing that holds my sin
something so weak and fragile?
Why keep the thing I don't really want,
the object I wish I never had?

Why does one hold onto their own fears,
the thing dashing hopes and dreams?
Why do I keep it you ask.....?
So maybe someday I can give it to her to mend.