Please help me Lord I'm crying in my bed and sleeping on the floor, I don't know what to do i feel empty inside, I feel like I'm going to die.
I go to school paniking and worrying but I don't tell my friends for they won't understand that I don't want to be hear, I don't know how to act.
I don't want to look people in the eye, I don't feel confident, and that is why break and lunch feel like hell and don't forget the bus because there's that as well.
I don't know what to do so I store it up inside and cry it out on the floor. if people ask me Whats wrong, I don't want to tell them because my brain can't find the words
or courage.
And this is why I wrote it down so you could get a bit of an idea what I hide inside.
this poem is about my self and is all true.
©kay.w.s
K