Look at me, do you see it?
Do you see the sadness?
Do you even notice it?
LOOK AT ME!
I could never keep a smile,
Actually, I hardly ever do smile.
I don't talk anymore.
I stay to myself: don't come out of my room, don't express myself, don't bother anyone, at least not anymore.
I fight, everyday, to get out of the bed. I fight to wake up, every morning, from my deep sleeps.
I don't want to do anything.
I want to do NO-thing.
I always have to bring forth the energy, I know I don't have, to do what you want.
I'm upset, I'm sad.
Can't you see it?
When I smile, my eyes frown. Ever think about that? Apparently, you haven't.
In that case, I would have help by now.
HELP ME!
Help me get better.
Because this isn't getting any better. At all.
{6/28/18}
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