To anyone that wonders if I'm writing about them: I am

III.

I've become so angry this past year that not only has my face become chronically bitched, But my attitude has skyrocketed

And I have generally lost any type of plan or goal that I once memorized for my life.

I've lost my unfounded self

And it makes no sense.

This is what people do to one another

They break eachother

They tear down their brick walls and make them ashes.

Usually nobody cares because that's all anyone ever says to one another its always a

" o I don't know or I don't care "

I've gotten so cold

So fucking cold always shivering

Black is now my color

I'm abandoning my beautiful brain

For some looks that will only temporarily be apparent

And it's so sad

I can't even stop it anymore

I'm not even learning anymore

I feel Like an old soul

Stuck in a time too late for my own sake

Like a dead flower

I don't want to be a waste

But I can't choose

It's no longer my decision

My head hurts everyday

My body is numb

Most days I can't even breathe

And whenever I'm asked if I'm OK

No matter who, when, or what the situation by response is always "yes, I'm fine "

I just hope someone can figure it out

No I'm not ok

And I'm sorry that you don't understand

I truly am

Because I need the help

And I'm just making it harder