I'm always the temporary fix to a permanent problem
I'm always the friend that is leaned on to help everyone else
I've never had someone like that for myself
I'm never aloud to cry, or scream out for help
So I joke
I joke about wanting to die
I joke about being depressed
Hell I even joke about knowing I'll die alone
I even have said how lonely I feel
How I long for human emotions
I can't be that perfect, emotionless, support beam that everyone wants me to be
I can't be there all the time
I know I'll kill myself in the end
I know nobody will care
I am temporary

YOU ARE READING
~I'm fine, I promise~
PoetryWriting to try to escape depression, or just because I'm bored