I dont know

I ask myself, ‘why am I sad?’ and I don’t know. I pretend to myself that I don’t care, but I do, and I don’t know why. I ask myself, ‘why don’t I know’, and I don’t know. I don’t know why, I don’t know where, I don’t know who, I don’t know what and I don’t know how. I ask myself ‘what do I know’, and I don’t know. I ask myself many questions, and I don’t know. Why should I know? Who could have told me? Who could I ask? Who knows EXACTLY how I feel. And I know.