I want to die.
I want to cry.
I want to get help.
I want to run.
I want to escape.
 
I need to die.
I need to cry.
I need to get help.
I need to run.
I need to escape.

But I can't.
But I won't.
But i...

I'm a doll.
I'm a crybaby.
I'm pathetic.
I'm a disappointment.

I will need help but I can't tell people how I feel.
I will be the side character who dies meaninglessly.
I will be the therapist.
I will fix those broken ones.
I will behave like the broken child I am.

can i die yet?
can you kill me yet?
can i be the pride yet?
can you be proud of me yet?
can i cry yet?
can you leave be alone yet?

...why is life so hard? 
...I'm just a kid, so please...
...stop controlling me..
...Im so easy to break..
...You made me so tough yet a single sensitive topic leaves me in crumbles..
...Dont help me..please...