Why?

Why do I have the urge to kill?
why do I have the will to live?
Are you, who you say you are?
i shouldn't feel this way
I should be happy like everyone else, right?
why can't you accept me for who I am?
Could It be, that you are the problem?
maybe there isn't anything wrong with me
It's you.
Why do I feel empty?
only i can answer that
You know nothing about me
you can't even take time to figure me out
I ask little of you
Only for you to be there for me,
is that too much to ask
If you can't be there, leave
forever
If you can't,
Im gone forever
the one to bring me back, is the one who knows me
Truly knows me,
and that person isn't you.