You tell them your sad
And depressed
And tired
So you get attention
But your attention has expired
For once can it be me
Who has someone to care
Someone to tell me
"It's okay" when I'm scared
Scared of my thoughts
Swimming in a pool of anger in my head
They whisper and chant
"Be dead! Be dead!"
But you go ahead
And pretend to be sad
While I'm over here
Looking for a hand to grab