Untitled (and unfinished)

I sit in this hell-hole
Day after day
It seems like my life
Is slipping away

Where's it coming from?
Why won't it leave?
I feel happy,
Yet still I grieve

I'm turning into a teen
Is what my family has said
Or maybe it's lack of sleep;
"You should be in bed"

I think they're all wrong
But it's not their fault
I don't mention how bad it is
Or that I'm not very strong

The family and friends-
They do their best
But lately it's like
Someone's punched me in the chest.

*I started this a while ago, but can't seem to finish it...sorry.