Why

Black. Darkness. Nothing. Reality flipped, a piece of paper crushed by god's powerful hand.
-Why am I here?
I had lost all sens of myself. I was shrinking; an ice-cube left in the sun. Un-needed.
-Why won't you talk to me?! Why am I here?! Answer me! Why?!
Like a leaf tossed on angry seas I was in turmoil. No one was answering, did not one care? I must face this on my own, on one can help. I must find the answer. I have to find the answer to save myself. Without the answer I am nothing. Without the answer I will cease to exist.
-Why do I not know the question? Why is life like this?
When it comes time to make the hard decisions there is only desolation. You become a point, lost in a desert, sands shifting, winds battering you, threatening to destroy you, or worse, make you insane. These are the times when you need your wits but they are paralysed by fear.
-Why can I not think?
WHY