Just a place where I can talk

Would you...

Would you cheer me on when I'm on stage?

Would you stay by my side?

Would you let me be weird?

Would you let me cry?

Would you stab me in the back?

Would you push me to like someone I don't even know?

Would you listen to me?

Would you listen to my silent scream?

Would you take a bullet for me?

Would you leave me?

Would you care if I told you "I broke the promise"?

Would you help me?

Would you save me?

Would you care if I die?

If I told you want was going on.

You would cry.

That's why I'm silent.

That's why I don't say anything.

I don't want you to cry.

I don't want you to get hurt.

I don't want you to see what I am going through.

I don't want you to see what I see myself.

But I don't want you to leave me.

So I rather fake a smile and force a laugh so I can have you by my side.

I am in a dollhouse.

My parents are so nice to my friends.

Whenever someone is over our house.

There is no yelling.

Screaming.

Or tears.

Why don't you show our guest what you do.

You smoke.

You yell.

But you care.

So please mom and dad.

Don't yell at me and say that I don't put effort in to my work.

Just help me.

Don't take my phone.

My phone is the reason why I am sane.

My music.

My life.

Is put into my phone.

Because whenever someone comments on one of my stories.

It reminds me that someone likes what I am writing.

It reminds me that someone likes what I do.

And that makes me smile.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

But I am already drowning.

And you didn't even noticed.

My anxiety is drowning me.

My promises are drowning me.

My depression is drowning me.

My family is drowning me.

My secrets are drowning me.

I am underwater.

But I am pushing you up to the surface to breath.

Please.

BREATH.

For me?

I'm sorry.