I thought I would be okay.
I’m not suicidal
But I can’t function
I fake it
It exhausts me
I will myself to be okay
I pray to the universe
I beg
Nothing happens
I am the same as I’ve always been
I cry
Perhaps they are right
The desire to not exist is strong
I can function when I run away
But I can’t afford
to runaway
any longer
If only society did not exist the way it does
But it does
I cannot change that
I won’t give up today though
Life is beautiful
what goes on inside my head is not
