Poems.

Here.

I don't want to be here anymore.
I'm not mentally there in any of my classes now.
My "friends" don't ask if I'm okay at all.
They've noticed the change.
The snapping.
I don't know what changed in me.
But something clicked.
Death has always scared me.
Lately I've been thinking about it more, and it gives me small panic attacks.
I guess it's time to go into the unknown.
Here, is this what you wanted?

Author's note:
Its been a few months since I wrote the part above this. I don't feel this way anymore. At least the going into the unknown part, it still gives me panic attacks. Death I mean. I wouldn't do it even if I wanted to. I would put myself through a living hell only to satisfy others.