The Doctor's Questions

I'm sorry dear
But i have some questions to ask
I want you to answer honestly
Even about the past

Why do you hurt yourself?
Why do you bleed?
Why do you want to die?
Why do you think death is the way to succeed?

Why do you cry
And hide who you are?
Why do you feel trapped
And sure you can't go far?

Why don't you have confidence?
Why don't you smile?
Why do you shake
And think life isn't worth the while?

Why so many cuts?
Why don't you dream?
Why can't you fly?
Why can't you scream?

Why are you silent?
And why do you lie?
Why is your only happy thoughts
The ones when you die?

When you look in the mirror
Why don't you see yourself?
Again..Why do you hide your feelings
In a book on a shelf

I have to ask these questions
Because I'm just not sure why
Someone so young
Thinks the answer is to die.

I wish you would answer me
It'd make things easier
Thats what the doctor said
While looking at her

And she replied
With a blank look on her face
"To be honest doctor"
The words flew out with grace

"I don't know the answers
And I really don't care
I'm going to die anyway
As soon as I get out of here"

She gets up from her chair
Goes back into her room
She sits on her bed with her book
And writes of her gloom

**Sorry I know its not good, I'm just losing it lately and had to write something. i know its bad..Sorry again*