Words In My Head

Why?

What is the point?

Why do we have these emotions, these feelings, these thoughts inside our heads?
Why do we need them, what benefits do they reap, when they stab you in the back and never let you sleep?
What part of our survival relies on what isn't there, on the deepest dark imaginings, thoughts we cannot bear?
The human race lives on, yet if what I feel, you feel too, how can a world of abominations bring themselves to face the light of each day new?
There must be an answer to this fatal flaw, is this suffering nature's cruellest law? Our punishment for all our past mistakes, mistakes even now we make?
Why bless us with blissful moments, when everything's alright, when we feel the wonder of the world and hopeful deep inside? Why give us this, our saving grace, just to snatch it back away, to laugh and mock us, silently starve us, until we waste away?
Do you really hate us, whatever you may be?
Or do we hate ourselves?

Please, set the afflicted free.
And if you want a sacrifice, you might as well take me.