The Questions

Who?
Who am I? Who are my parents? Who will help me?
What?
What is going on? What will all this accomplish? What do I get from this all? What am I still doing here? What did I do to deserve this?
Where?
Where well I go now? Where will I matter to someone? Where will I die?
When?
When will this be over? When can I just be happy? When will you accept that I don’t belong here?
Why?
Why does this happen to me? Why can’t anyone help me? Why don’t they understand? Why can’t I be happy? Why did you leave? Why am I so fucked up? Why did you take my happiness with you? Why can’t I forget about you? Why do you treat me like shit? Why did you lie? Why will I never get angers to any of my questions? Why me? Why us?