I have trouble finding time for me to breath
I have a hard time saying I love you
And I know it's horrible but the times I have
That person seemed to disappear fast than the words on my tongue could let out
I'm young
Probably too young to know what love is
But I can tell you this
When I walk past someone I smile at them, not because I'm happy but because a certain number of people who attempted suicide said that a simple smile could've helped
I ask everyone that says something as close to a sigh
If there alright
My words are like a jacket I lay them down for everyone to walk on
My only question
Is when is my turn?
Will I next become puddle of everyone's problems
I tell myself
One meal won't hurt
The next meal slips by
And before I know it I'm in a store
My hands shaky and my head dizzy
Even with physical symptoms nobody sees
It's kind of ironic because some days I pray that nobody would worry
But caring and worry both hold the same origin
I tend to wonder to myself at night
Why doesn't nobody see
Why isn't anyone like me
Then I realize
If they were
We'd all be doomed
