Why....

Why care when no one is there
Why go to school all they do is laugh
Why wake up in the morning im still tired
Why can't I just end this pain
Why do u stand in my way
Why do some ppl love me
Why don't someone care
Way ain't anybody there
Why is the razor so sharp
Why don't I feel it
Why am I still bleeding
Why do they ask about my cloths
Why can't I just show my art
Why ain't my art going away
Why fall when no one is there
Why because I'm me and not even me likes me