As I walk through the empty halls,
Checking the bathroom and it's stalls,
I can finally feel the walls.
They push harder every time I wince.
When I was young,
I thought I was a prince.
Although I never had any confidence.
This building brought me down.
Suffocating, almost.
All the others would brag, and boast.
At that point, I was toast.
I've talked about anxiety, depression and suicide,
But no one was ever on my side.
So I confide in drawings, and writing.
...Even if I start sighing, they pay no mind.
Even if I start crying, they'll never be on my side.
