No, I am not crying over a boy.

No, I am not just a bit stressed.

No, I am not just being a teenager.

 

Yes, I know I am shaking.

Yes, this has happened before.

Yes, I want you to leave me alone.

 

I need to be alone.

I need my mom.

I need my pills.

 

What is it like in your head?

What is the silence like?

What is it like to be not afraid?

 

Can I go home?

Can I run away for a while?

Can I ever be free?

 

Is there a way out?

Is there an off switch?

Is there a solution that

Isn't drugs

Isn't therapy

Isn't wrtten on my skin?

 

You don't understand and

You don't have the time to care and

You need to go.