Why did it have to be this way?
Why couldn't it have been different?
Why does my head hurt?
Why does my heart weep?
Why is the knife all bloody?
Why is the floor turning red?
Why can't I see anything?
Why am I so still?
Why can't I move?
Why are those people taking pictures?
Why are they placing number on the ground?
Why are they moving me?
Why is there a white sheet over me?
Why is it so cold?
Why are they putting me in my favorite dress?
Why did they put me in a box?
Why are all these people here?
Why is everyone crying?
Why does my mom look so sad and angry?
Why isn't dad happy as always?
Why are they leaving?
Why are they moving me again?
Why is it so dark?
Why is there a preacher here?
Why am I in a church?
Why is everyone coming back?
Why is my family dressed that way?
Why is everyone still crying?
Why is that person speaking?
Why do the words make everyone more sad?
Why is everyone looking at me like that?
Why are there so many flowers?
Why is my bible here with me?
Why is everyone saying goodbye?
Why are they closing the box?
Why are they moving me again?
Why am I in a black car?
Why am I outside?
Why is there a hole in the ground?
Why is everyone here again?
Why is everyone still crying?
Why are they putting me in the ground?
Why are they putting dirt on my box?
Why is it so quiet?
Why is it so dark?
Why can't I scream?
Why can't I say I'm sorry?
Why don't I get to say goodbye?
Why did this happen?
Why did I do this?
Why don't I know the answers?
Why can't anyone hear me?
Why did I let this happen?
Why didn't I ask for help?
Why didn't anyone want to help me?
Why didn't anyone care?
Why did they lie?
Why did they hurt me?
Why am I not in heaven?
Why wasn't I a good person?
Why did I believe I was?
Why am I not in hell?
Why am I not anywhere?
Why am I still in this damn box?
Why did I act the way I did?
Why did I pick up a knife?
Why didn't I just stare at it like always?
Why did I listen?
Why did it hurt?
Why wasn't it faster?
Why did it take so long?
Why couldn't they come home sooner?
Why couldn't they find me faster?
Why was the ambulance so slow?
Why did mom scream?
Why did she have to be the first one to find me?
Why did I do this?
Why did I hurt myself?
Why a knife?
Why was I so stupid?
Why did I bleed so much?
Why did I kill myself?
Why did I die?
Why me?
Why?