Why must this journey never end?

Why must I suffer this pain?

In my heart, I feel no sympathy, In my mind, I feel no comfort, so why must my heart and mind scream for my Hatter?

When will my endless headache cease?

While my torment continues, why must I feel joy?

When He smiles, why do I feel happy?

Why can't I forget?

Why must he come to me?

Why must he come to me everyday?

Why must he come to me everyday, to try and comfort me, for fear I might make an end to myself?

Must He have read my book while I was sleeping?

Why didn't I hide it?

Why didn't I have enough of a brain and heart to hide it so my Hatter would not see my fears?

Why did he stay, knowing it would break my heart to see his tears?

Doesn't he know I would have rather have seen him disappeared?

Without seeing the disappointment on his face?

Without seeing the disappointment rolling down his beautiful pale cheeks?

Why must he have run over to see my scars?

Why did I let him see them, knowing he's the one who cause them?

How could I have let him see a tear slip through my eye as he caught sight of a new cut?

Why did I need to cut, just last night?

Did he think I was getting better?

Did he know I am never going to become normal?

He should know Mirana has eyes for him, so why does he look after me?

Why is ti that since I have been here, I have only seen my Hatter?

Why must He say my name in such a broken manner, that I sit up and press a kiss to his lips?

Why must He have the taste of salt on his mouth as He crawls on the bed, on top of me?

Why must I have been so ignorant and blind to think he might have loved me?

Does he have to have tears on his face as he pauses to take my shirt off?

Why must I be so virginal that I run outside when he stops to look at me?

Why, of all places, do I run to the ruins of the Red Castle?

When He yells for me to stay, why did I not turn back into his arms?

Why must I hear the tears in his voice?

Why must I go to the dungeons?

Why the exact cell my Hatter was held?

Why must my questions never be answered?

AN- I am INCREDIBELY sorry...I don't know what to say other than...ELVES! Pass out the Milk and cookies, please. We mustn't be late for our tea too.