I really don't think I can finish high school.
I put all this pressure on myself and I just can't even look at my school work.
I haven't been doing school since what September?
I mean come on.
What's wrong with me?
I can't do anything.
All I do is sleep and eat.
But even eating hurts.
I feel so fat whenever I eat.
I hardly even want to see my friends.
I'm just stuck in this.
It's not right to be 16 and unable to get out of bed.
My smiles are fake.
I can't be happy, but I can't even cry.
Why am I even like this?
How'd I get this...screwed up?
I can't even tell the truth about how I feel.
I can tell about what I have struggled with, but not how I am right now.
I'm in so deep that I don't know what it's like to feel better or some what right.
The only way I can describe myself is empty and dead.
And I don't know if I can be brought back to life.
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My Mind.
PoetryNo one is quite fixable. We just need to find the beauty in our ugliness. That will be how we overcome this world.