Question: What’s wrong?
My eyes sting from all the crying
I have no friends
I have no ambitions other than to die early
Medication can’t fix me, talking doesn't help me
Can’t see therapists anymore in fear they’ll call 211
Crying myself to sleep every night
Have to keep lying to myself so I can get out of bed
I hate myself
I’m weak, stupid, worthless, pathetic, ugly, fake, and empty
All I do is cause others to worry about me not that they care until I’m at my breaking point
It gets worse every day but I’m keeping it all inside for your sake
I want to die
I don’t want to make you worry or burden you with my problems
                                                        ­                    Answer: I’m fine