I’m in a holding cell of emotions
stripped raw and confused
not knowing what is good for me
while I sit here, soul abused
by needs unmet, though I know not
what they are –
by unanswered screams that deeply cut
leaving nothing but pain and scars
Morrighan's Muse 
Knowing not what they are… I completely understand that.
It’s what drives men over the edge. How can you not know? He asks.
If I could answer that question, I’m afraid I wouldn’t need you anymore. I’d say.
Ouch! But it’s something we need to know eventually.
eventually….
Yup, and then we leave LOL
What choice is there?