Why?

Am I mad because I love you?
If I didn't would anything change?
Do you love me because I'm obscure?
What would you do If I were perfectly sane?
There is no such thing as being truly mad,
I could never stop loving you, no matter what.
You love me because I am who I am,
We'll always be together, whatever the cost.
Am I a poet because I assemble words?
If I didn't, would the work in my mind count?
Do you think life is really worth living anymore?
What would happen if I turned the lights out?
Everyone's a poet, whatever they write,
There's no law that says if you don't write you don't matter,
Life is always worth it, however much it hurts,
If the lights went out, death would just come a little faster.
Why do we ask so many questions?
Why do we never find the answers we want?
Why do we always have to think too much?
Why?