I'm Okay (Not Really)

I told you I was fine. I lied. I didn't want you to worry about me. But really you should be worried. Because I'm not okay. I don't feel safe. In my mind, I should go away. I see myself as a mistake. Please take my life and put someone better in my place.

I don't feel important, what's my purpose. If I stay here I'll keep hurting. You just think I'm being over- dramatic. More like a pain- addict. When I'm mad or hurt. I inflict more pain upon myself. In some strange way, this helps. Meanwhile I pretend to be like everyone else.

In this life being different is a crime. It might not be craved out of stone, but it's true. They say you can be whatever you put you mind to. That's another reason why I'm not alright. They try to encourage me to be myself. I do, but yet they still hate me.

I just take in the insults and the name-calling I'm not the same, can't you see I'm falling. I guess I'll just drown in my bloody water, from were their words cut me. This graveyard is where I should be. Don't even try to help me. Because I'm okay. Not really.