Why

Heart, why do you bleed,
When you're surrounded by joy?
Why turn dark, even on the brightest days?

Mind, why do you go blank,
When people ask me why I feel this way?
Why can't I explain this misery,
That I feel so completely.

Soul, why do you fall apart,
Breaking into so many pieces?
Why do you slowly disintegrate into nothingness,
When you have so much for which to stay whole.

And, I ask one last time,
Why, Cortney, can't you just be happy?