I am a deeply sad person,

But that doesn't matter, does it?

You ask me how I am to make small talk,

You don't actually care, do you?

Do you care that I hurt,

That I cut my skin,

That I am not okay?

No, you only ask how I am in hopes to make small talk,

I am not okay

I am not alright

I am not good

I am hurting

I am crying

I am alone

Things are not okay,

You say that "it gets better"

Does it?

Or do I become immune to it?  

I am suicidal.

I am crying for help.

But my cries are never heard.