Why's everyone asking me
If I am okay
Giving me strange looks
As if I'm insane
Sure I'm not all here
But I'm not far gone
Haven't held a knife to my wrist
Haven't tried writing myself off
If you think something is wrong
You'd better back away
Because if you're not right
There'll be hell to pay
I'm not fine, nor good
But don't ask why
Because if you do
Chances are I'll lie
Because my trust is low
Like my self esteem
I'm very depressed
Give me room to breathe
Please don't get in my way
I'll only make you sad like me
Then we'll both be contemplating
How it's gonna be
I have nothing planned out
And it's making me stressed
And something or everything
Is making me depressed
I don't know what to do
Or where to go from here
I'm hanging on by a string
Made of love and fear
YOU ARE READING
A Cry For Help
PoesíaAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
