Poems. My storys into words.

Your Life.

"Your Life seems to be going well"
My life seems to be going well.
I have the perfect friends that is true, but I'm not happy let me tell you.
My hair is falling out from the amount of stress, trying to get my grade above a D.
The mental state my brain is in makes me want to tear apart my own skin until I bleed out because that's the only way I know to get rid of this emptiness in my chest, I'm crazy, I know, you don't have to tell me.
I stare blankly at walls hoping that this will all go away, hoping they give me the answer to all my problems but that can't happen because walls don't talk.
Every song I hear never describes how I feel, except for one that I've been listening to on repeat for weeks.
I show the song to everyone hoping they will finally know how I feel, but no one seems to get it.
I force myself to get out of bed every morning, when my body can barely move.
I struggle with every breath and the thought of food makes me want to puke.
My parents couldn't care less if I was dead.
And death is the only thing in my head.
So please tell me again my life is going so well.