The why game

Why do I feel so lonely
Even when people are around
Why am I the only one who gets upset
Why do my moods get in the way
Why do I slash myself

Why, Why, Why
It's the why game

Why can't I live in Kentucky
Why can't I see my baby
Why does it always seem like I'm in a war
A war against my parents
My sister
Myself

Why do I cry myself to sleep at night
Why do people hate me
Why am I so fat
Why can't I get anything right
Why am I weird
Why are my only friends on the Internet

Why am I always complaining
Why am I even writing this?
To stop myself from slashing
Why was I born in the first place

Why, Why, Why
It's the why game

Why can't I make a noose without feeling guilty
because I love Bri too much to hurt her
Why haven't I got the courage to take my life so I can stop feeling the hurt