I don't know why I'm such a sad person.
My friends are lovely.
My parents are kind.
I'm good in school;
I'm musically talented.
I am (I think) a likable person.

Still,
some nights I spend crying.
I rip the skin
off my thumbs
until I bleed.
I yell at anyone who tries to talk to me
when they interrupt my
silence.

My heart sinks when I think of
relationships
and how flighty I am;
if I am?

I make up
so much
in my head,
especially
when my anxiety hits.
Do I even have anxiety?
Maybe;
I dunno.
Self-diagnosed
with depression and anxiety.
It's how I cope,
I guess,
with being a sad person.