Desperate

I hate this, I hate me I can't smile I can't act I can't sing hell sometimes I doubt I can breathe. I can't escape my pain, my sharp friend can't solve my problems anymore. I can't even think anymore. Every thought is just another way of breaking my friends hearts... I hate this... there's no getting away from life!!!! GOD, help me... please... I'm weak and I'm scared and I can't do it anymore. I don't have strength and I can't cry... if I could then maybe it would be better but I can't. I hate this... why is it so dang hard?

*sorry I couldn't figure out how to put that in poem form*