Poetry of a lost teen

im tired..again

I'm tired
Both mentally and physically
My wrist are in a state
I seem okay visually
I struggle to hold my weight
It's hard I wish I couldve ate
The last time I did what was the date
My lifes a mess and so its fate
I struggle to go school I'm always late
My lifes a mess and at this rate
I try to love but people hate
I try to eat and finish my plate
I'm struggling so is my mate
Well make it out together
Or forever in this state
~H1