I wake up,
I never sleep

I fill my lungs,
I never breathe

I move my lips,
I never speak

Broken pipes that never leak

I open eyes,
I cannot see

I spire thoughts
I cannot teach

I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen

Outside you see happiness
on the inside theres nothing,

but tortured souls that cannot glisten

Shes suicidal
She has depression
Shes anorexic
Shes helpless
Shes sad
She worries

Im her best friend and I dont know what to do
I worry for her
Im sad for her
Im helpless
Im anorexic
I have depression
Im suicidal