You Are No Help To Me

I think, what happened, why?
it's all I ever seem to do.
Dwell on why.
So much so I don't recognize
this entity that is me.

A charge to implode
is always set.
Unsteady is my condition.
I need strength not sympathy.
Your pity does me no good.

Go away,
and don't come back,
until you can help answer why.
And help me find a way back,
from the hollowness inside.