"I'm okay." Look at me I want you to really look at me. Do I look ******* okay?
"It's alright if you don't get around to it I understand you're busy." I really need you to call. I'm crying because no one cares And I'm ever so used to being forgotten.
"I don't want to die." I'm not suicidal But that doesn't mean That I haven't asked God to take me from this Earth before.
"It's only a test, I'll do better next time." Expect me to obsess about this For the next week or so.
"I like going out and being around people." It doesn't matter if I'm home or out I'm still isolated and lonesome No matter where I am or who I'm with.
"Thank God it's the weekend." My anxiety doesn't take a holiday.