Ask me again  
Why I do not sleep.  
Why I run in the middle of the night.  
I run from my own fears.  
I do stupid shit so that when the world  
gives me what I deserve  
I can no longer blame myself.  
Ask me again  
Why I enjoy the darkness.  
Why I only feel I understand  
my own insanity then, even  
when the voices in my head tell  
me I am the luckiest man alive.  
Ask me again  
Why twilight is my understanding.  
Why my soul burns and my eyes see in prisms.  
The words of a madman are written on my lips  
and his ears are set on our nothingness.  
Ask me again  
Why I count the hours of loneliness on one hand  
while I wait for the chime of eternity.  
I am always happy.  
Not as an act or a shell.  
I only give the world what it deserves for my  
existence.  
I am a god  
who only believes in himself  
and I am nothing  
so soon I will disappear.  
Ask me again  
Why I am only what is around me.  
Why I am worthless without what is around me.  
Why the people around me matter more than I do.  
Ask me again  
Why I am proud.  
Ask me again  
Why I am a failure.  
Ask me again  
Why I strive for everything.  
Ask me again  
And I will tell you  
I am the worst kind of liar--  
one who fooled the world  
into thinking I existed.  
Ask me again  
And I will give you  
the only honest answer I have:  
Because I am.