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What Is Wrong
What is wrong with me? What is going on? I need help. I feel like I can't do anything right now. Except cry. Why am I crying? I don't know why. I just know I can't stop. I have goosebumps. It's a bit hard to breathe. My family doesn't realize. Why would they care anyway? They know nothing of mental illness; they don't understand it. Now I'm getting angry. What is happening to me? Why am I not happy? What is WRONG? Should I even be alive? Why is this so hard? Nothing feels right. Too many thoughts and I type too slow. It's like a conversation inside of my head. One yelling at another, another chiming in. Everyone's screaming. I'm shaking. I can't shake this feeling. This weird feeling. No one can see it, but I feel it. That's why no one understands. I know I need to seek help. The therapist never called me back… I feel cursed. Plagued for eternity. Should I just end it? The voices are arguing. One's saying no; there's so much to think about - friends, family, my future Another is saying it'll take the pain away. All the others are jumbled up, I can't focus on what they're saying. What's right? What's wrong? Who am I? What am I? I am not happy.
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