i don't think I'm okay
i don't know if i will be
i don't think anyone can help
i don't know what i want
i don't think you care
i don't know why i'm writing this

but i can't function
       i find myself
                               doing nothing
              all the time
          moving things
              putting them back
   shifting objects
                  myself
                  thoughts?
                                       i can't write much
                                          and that hurts a fair bit
                                  i think
              halfway through writing this nothing
                              tears began to fall
                                           but i can't recall why they did
         but all i want
                           is you to wipe them
                                                                                                away
      but please keep them safe
                        because i think
                                                         they're for
                                                         and because
                                                         of you