I feel like I'm
Screaming
Into a void
Crying
for help
While pictures
of my hanging body
Dance through my brain
I send texts
that will never be seen
And I convince myself
it matters
When in reality
i'm just
another
statistic.
My mood
isn't a bright yellow.
If anything, it's purple.
Deep purple.
Seeming calm.
Quiet.
Because everything
is screaming
In my brain
And somehow I can't
Take the chance
And reach out
To someone
Who will listen.
