Sometimes I feel forgotten.
My friends hang out, meet new people, and here I sit alone. Silence is deadly, but my thoughts are deafening. I get promises of meeting them, but those words are just forgotten. Just like me.

Sometimes I feel weak.
I feel like I have no walls to keep me safe, and that I tear myself down but for what? I feel stupid because I can't fix myself, and the holes in my dam break and flood my mind.

Sometimes I'm misunderstood.
People constantly say they understand, but if they did they would recognize I have a problem, not that I want to be that way. I think negativity so I can't see a good side to things because that's all I'm fed.

Sometimes I'm wrong.
Sometimes I'm wrong in a argument, but when I know that you make me feel like a 5 year old child who's still learn to be their own human, and I am. But why walk out a victor and me and loser, when we both can be winners.

Sometimes I cause my own problems.
I do things I know are wrong, but I do them anyway. I shame and stress myself. I tell myself I have to pick myself up, and work to the top again.

Sometimes I don't need my space.
I hate being out all day, because I'm so used to being home all the time, I feel like I'm betraying something. But I don't know what. Maybe sometime you should ask me outside and help me get over it.

Or forget me like the rest of us.

Its an ocean, stormy and dark. Waves crashing over me, the current drowning me.
Its the worlds weight on my shoulders getting heavier and heavier, till I finally collapse.
Its rocks being thrown, each one hitting my face, making a new cut to bleed.
Its water thats drying my throat, making it scratchy and weak, making me unable to speak.
Its a dying light, the wind blowing it out, while 2 other mouths blow at it to.
Its a mountain I have to climb, that no one knows I have to, its a secret, will you keep it?