I'm here depressed,
And he just asks me to get him dinner.
I sit here crying,
My mom so concerned and I can't even speak.
I don’t eat anymore,
And the actual friends I have are worried sick.
I'm laying here, quite blank,
Though my mind is occupied with the horrible depressing thoughts
"What’s wrong with me?"
I hate the fact that I need help.
That this has become a need
A desire
I hate to see that I’m so helpless to these emotions and I don’t want anyone to worry about me.
I WANT to be FINE.
I NEED to be OKAY.
Afraid to ask for help
Afraid to say I’m not okay.
Afraid to be ALONE because of these EMOTIONS
And yet, I’m in the corner of my room, crying uncontrollably. Feeling the urges, and missing my redeemer, (I lost it). Not just that, but because of my carelessness I’ve lost myself, and now I'M ALONE. The very thing I ran from is the very thing I ran into and I'm so lost, I have no clue of what to do now. No-one is here and no-one knows, because I never told them, or I did but told them I got over it OR I PUSHED THEM AWAY. And now it's official. I'M ALONE.
