zoella

Shes suicidal
She has depression
Shes anorexic
Shes helpless
Shes sad
She worries

Im her best friend and I dont know what to do
I worry for her
Im sad for her
Im helpless
Im anorexic
I have depression
Im suicidal

I wake up,
I never sleep

I fill my lungs,
I never breathe

I move my lips,
I never speak

Broken pipes that never leak

I open eyes,
I cannot see

I spire thoughts
I cannot teach

I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen

Outside you see happiness
on the inside theres nothing,

 but tortured souls that cannot glisten