(This is a found poem.

Dashes equal a beat.)

I fell worthless.

I fell empty.

I feel like I have nothing.

I’m falling apart.

I’m depressed.

I’m tired of living -

I don’t belong anywhere.

I’m not enough.

I will die alone -

No one will ever love me -

I feel like I’m killing myself.

I’m back to square one.

I really need someone to talk to.

I don’t belong anywhere -

I imagine dying.

I feel like crap.

I have nothing.

I feel like I’m falling in a dark scary, bottomless hole.

I don’t know what I’m holding on to.

I tried to kill myself - - It didn’t work.

-- By Aurora Faustini