Anxiety.
Depression.
Wake up pills to get out of bed 
and sleeping pills to send you back.
Happy pills for the moments in between,
sitting in the lunch room surrounded by friends who notice the smile that doesn't reach your stormy eyes.
Therapy sessions spent hiding shaking hands and broken memories inside long sleeve safety blankets.
Crying so often it sounds like a worship.
And praying for sanity and happiness from a God 
who may or may not actually care about
a sad high school student.