My Depression and Suicide poems

32.)

I'm not okay
I'm wide awake
I'm not alright
But I'm fine
I promise
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
Imfine
Imfine
I m f i n e
I M F I N E
I M
F I N E

Staring at the ceiling.
What is my point?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
Why am I me?
What is important?
Why am I hurt?
What is the point?

Staring at the wall.
Can you answer?
Give me a reason?
A reason not to cry?
A reason not to die?
A reason to live?
. . .
I have a reason to live
One reason
And one reason only.

But how long will it take before everything kicks in?
What would happen?
What would I become?
So many questions.
Left unanswered.
Can someone please hear me?
And help me out of this hell?