Empty ~ Poetry

Why

I am the kind of person who lives on the who's, the what's, the where's, and most of all, the whys. I need to know the reason for things, I thrive on understanding the world around me, the drive for thorough knowledge about how the universe works constantly pulses through my veins as I look at the things that surround me. That, I assume, is the reason I feel so incredibly stuck right now. For, you see, I am in a hole, a massive, deep, incredibly dark hole, with no way out, and I have no idea why. I see smiling faces everyday, I live in a world without abuse, or drugs, or disability, or illness, and yet I am down and anxious constantly. Why? I have no idea, I should be perfectly fine, but I'm not. So that leaves me a sick, guilty mess, as I can not understand how in a universe where there is cause and effect, I am only receiving the effect, which should be impossible.