And My Biggest Secret?

Im Not Okay.

All the thoughts going through my head, make me want to just curl up and shut out the world.
Too many voice, saying too many things

No one knows me... so stop saying you do.
If you went through HALF of what i have. You'd kill yourself the first day.

It's all worthless, no one wants me to stay..

Why should i even hold on anymore?

Living my life
in the remains
of my pain

I felt the hatred
you had for me
cut straight through
and make me bleed

Always so strong
no need for help
then you came
and the tears started to fall

Ready to fall
prepared to be caught
only to stumble
in your empty spot

When did it all become too much?
Councelling, anti depressants?
I feel so out of touch with myself