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?