Why?

Why is life,
Such a nightmare?
A cutting knife,
Running through my hair?
Why can't I,
Get past the pain?
Past each sigh,
Over the pouring rain?
Why do you,
Hate me so?
Make me blue,
Want me to go?
What has to be done,
To make me happy again?
To make life fun,
To make this joyful pen?
How can I fix,
My messed up life?
And broken sticks,
And hateful strife?