Why do I exist?

Why am I conscious?

Why am I inside this body?

Why I can’t know the answers?

Why do I keep asking?

Why am I alive?

Why do I cry?

Why do I laugh?

Why am I unhappy?

Why do I wait?

Why do I hope?

Why do I keep forgiving?

Why do I keep trusting?

Why haven’t I ended it yet?

Why do I keep going?

Why do I bother?

Why am I afraid?

Why is it difficult to look into the sky?

Why do stars call me?

Why is there so much noise?

Why can’t I enjoy the silence?

Why can’t I be alone?

Why am I so lonely?

Why do I suffer?

Why do I struggle?

Why do I pretend?

Why is being sad a bad thing?

Why does it hurt?

Why can’t I be who I want to be?

Why do I hate this reality?

Why is life important?

Why do I feel?

Why do I keep doing this over and over?

Why do I keep calling it a life?

Why do I keep living a lie?

Why can’t I know the truth?

Why can’t I accept the truth?

Why am I so selfish?

Why do I always put others first?

Why can’t I see?

Why can’t I listen?

Why can’t I talk?

Why am I not ready?

Why am I even looking?

Why do I care?

Why do you care?