WHY ?

I AM NEW TO WRITING POEMS.. JUST WROTE THIS ONE WHEN I WAS BORED..

I dont know what came over me.
It came upon so sudden.
Why this year, why my senior year.
I wish I could go back to the old me.
The fun one, the one everybody got along with.
I use to be happy, outgoing, full of life.
Now I dont know who I am.
Or where I am going.
Will I ever be the same,
Could I ever be happy again.
I seem to cut more and more.
Why?
I like to see the scars on my arms,
I like to feel relieved,
I like to feel pain on my arms that I can see.
Am I crazy, am I weird, am I stupid?
I want to know the real reason why I cut,
Why cant I stop.
Why do I feel the need..
To keep doing what I thought I would never do?