Thoughts

09-11-2014

"They don't take me serious"
Is what I told my parents
"Oh I guess it's not that bad"
Is what they said

I went upstairs again
As always sitting in my room
With those thoughts
What never go away

I did ask for help... 
Almost 6 weeks ago
But I still don't have it

I asked them for support
My whole life
But they didn't show it

And I know
We're at some company that "helps" people
But I'm still here
In my room 
With the same thoughts
Without an appointment 
Or a diagnose

Nobody knows
What's going on inside my head
I'm trying to explain it
But they don't get it

And they don't take my scream for help serious
Because ye...
Why would they hurry?
The worst thing I can do is jump off a bridge right?
And they don't even think I'm though enough to do that...
Because I'm scared of everything. 

I just wish they would help me...
And not in 5 weeks.
But now...