A Question

Rotting Out

Pages are turning and words are losing ink. 
Stories unfolding but I don't know what they mean. 
Conclusions like a blade to the abdomen. 
I'm watching life pour out and wondering how this is going to end. 
I want to know.
I start to sink with lessons that I've learned. 
The cover is worn and the corners are burned. 
The spine is still strong, but who knows for how long. 
A story exposed hoping something was earned. 
I want to know where this is going. 
I want to know if I've seen the worst. 
I want to know what it all meant. 
Feet don't fail me now, 
I want to know my worth. 
Pain is the plot, but the ending is unclear. 
Pages that cut deep with weight I can't bear. 
I'm writing "why?", but the words are just smeared. 
I laugh till my eyes burn and flood these pages with tears. 
The question is: What quest is this?