sapriculous

I don't know why

Don't fix me I'm not broken.

Gathering misery as a token,

of the fact that I am dying on the inside.

Even though there's no suffering where I hide.

I just don't know what the problem is.

I don't know why it hurts even when I let the light in.

I don't know why nothing seems to help.

I don't know why I hate myself.

If I am so broken why can't I just curl up and die?

But no these thoughts don't form, if anyone asks then I'm just fine.