Why do I live with my sorrow and pain....
Why do I cry when time slows down....
Why do I cut when I am low in self esteem....
Why do I see death around every corner....
Why do I watch elders wither away and wish I could too....
Why do I panic when I am alone....
Why do I stare at the moon while it looks at me....
Why do I stop before I jump....
Why do I do anything if it going to end up a mistake....
Why do I have to be me....
Why....
Just why....