Poetry

I'm~

I'm scared

I'm nervous

I'm depressed

And I don't know why...

I tell everyone I'm okay

Even when the words have to be forced from my throat

I tell them I am happy

Even when I'm crying on the inside

I don't want to burden anyone

Not with my problems

Or insecurities

But some days

Those days

Those days I want to take a razor to my wrist

Down a bottle of pills

Put a lighter to my skin

I want help

I need help

But no one does anything