Why Do I...

Why do I... feel this need
To go to the darker space
And listen to messages I took no heed
To? Look at this place...

Why do I... want to go?
I feel no purpose here.
Someone out there had to know,
But to me it wasn't clear.

Why do I... do these things?
Why make all these mistakes?
I know what each one brings
And none of them will someone take

Well, but... Why do I...?
Oh, why do I?