Why?????

Why cant i handle it, I'm in a rut,
why cant my friends stop the cuts,
why do i ask questions, why might they die,
why when i know the answer i still ask why?
why is it that everyone hates their life,
why when their depressed they use a knife?
why do they think it helps to slice,
why do they think the blood looks nice,
why do they wish that it is the end,
why do they put on a smile and pretend?
why do they think that none of us care,
why is it they think we don't want them there,
why do they think that nothing is wrong,
why do they think that they don't belong?
why do they cut when their feelings are mixed,
why do i try when it will never be fixed?