Why does it always have to be this way?
Why is there so much cruelty?
Why is it always so harsh?
Why is this always how it has to be?
Why is everyone so indifferent?
Why don't they see what's happening?
Why can't they see the world as it is?
Why is their vision so deflated and flattering?
Why does everyone have to live?
Why does everyone have to die?
Why do I feel such sadness?
Why do I always break down and cry?
Am I not strong enough?
Am I just too weak?
Do I even know what I'm looking for?
What it is I seek?
Why can't I stand this world?
Why do I have to see all this?
I wish I didn't have to,
I wish I was normal, I wish, I wish, I wish...
Why does it all seem so corrupted?
So twisted and wrong?
Why does it seem so unnatural?
Why did I know this all along?
Why do I feel like I'm dying now?
Taking my final breath?
So many questions, but only one matters,
Do I really want my death?
Did I really want to say goodbye?
Bleed open my wrists with that knife?
Do I really want to leave it all?
Or do I, truly, want life?
