The What's and Why's of the Night

The sun falls each night
And we're left to think
Why am I here?
Why do I stay?
Why am I so filled with hate?
Why am I mean?
Why do you hate me?
What did I do wrong?
Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I just sit here?
Why do I pray to just sleep?
To not wake up?
What does death feel like?
What makes us hate ourselves?
Why don't you save me?