• Why does the world pass me by?
    Why does the world forsake me,
    in their heads and their heart?
    Why do I not feel love?
    Why do I resent the sun?
    Why do I fall into the blackness that suffocates me?
    Why am I Losing control?
    Why am I mean to those i like the most?
    Why am I afraid to lose?
    Why do I not have an army, a defense?
    Why am I so empty?
    Why do I want to die?
    These question may never be anwsered
    "why" a word i have come to despise
    to loath in fact
    But I'm going to live my life
    And die fighting against
    The ebony abyss that consumes me