Why?

There are some weird thoughts in my head, that everything is not what it seems.
I run my hands over my skin and feel the bone underneath.
My hands to my head feeling down feeling the crease of my skull with my finger tips.
Who am I?
Where am I going with my life?
Why is everything so bad for me right now?
Why was I cursed with horrible anxiety?
Why is my heart always getting toyed with?
Why can't my life be easier?
Why does he keep acting this way?
Why does everyone leave unexpectedly?
Why am I alone again?
Why can't I be social?
Why can't my family leave me alone for once?
Why is there yelling?
Why is there manipulation?
Why is there pain?
Why can't I ever be happy with myself?
Why can't people keep their word?
Where is there so much stress?
Why do I have to do this?
Why is everything going so fast?
Why can't August be here already?
Why won't he give me a chance?
Why can't I find God?
Why can't I see God but feel Him with me?
Why am I so stressed?
Why is my tone so important?
Why do I care so much about what people think of me?
Why do I want to leave?
Why do people think it's okay to feel superior?
Why do these things always happen?
Why?