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.
Copyright © Brianna Velasquez | Year Posted 2018
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