My Name is WIll

This is not shelter, more like prison My only friends are the rocks I'm living under Cold as the affection, rarely given Just in pieces, divided fractions Some things I just don't Understand And change comes Seldom as the snow What good can this broken world bring? Bloody stains and broken rings What could it offer me? Will it give me more questions but never the answers? Why am I in this place at all? I am Remy, the world hates me When I only want to cook I've ran out of material to read and ponder In my nine years inside your doctor's office Won't somebody just give me my diagnosis Won't somebody tell me What's wrong with me? Trying to find a cure, yet still unsure Of the disease which plagues me Am I crazy? Will somebody tell me Please? Your diagnosis has come through It says there's nothing wrong with you Your diagnosis has come through (What's wrong with me?) Your diagnosis has come through It says there's nothing wrong with you Your diagnosis has come through It's true but unexplainable Your diagnosis has come through It says there's nothing wrong with you Your diagnosis has come through