Telling's from the heart

I can't

I can't help but shed any tears.

I can't help but run out of oxygen.

I can't help myself.

I can't help

I can't

I...

What the hell am I doing?

I can't be seen anymore.

Everything is hard.

The waves have gotten harder,

Punching me with anything

And continously spinning me.

I can't breath anymore.

If I do,

I'll die.

They say

"just be happy,"

I'll do so once you show me,

Show be how to be happy

Without killing myself.

This is the constant battle.

People cannot grasp this concept.

The struggle is an actual problem

But how do they understand.