If I asked for help...

Nothing but regret

Running, hill getting steeper
can't catch up not with life
Palms sweating going to pass out
Everything is a blur I need it to STOP

Silence is peaceful, but deadly and painful
The clock starts ticking as my heart rate slows
I hear the scratching of pencils
The tapping of keys
The drumming of fingers
Slowly every thing starts up again
but I can breathe

I don't need to scream or yell
I'm not at peace but maybe I can be normal
Not braking

Chipping away at my voice
School has taken everything form me
My sanity, creativity, passion and hope

And it hasn't giving me anything it regret.