I tried.

Got nothing much to say,

Except can I ever be okay?

Don't think that many will stay,

But if they do, will they help my pain?

"Help me, help me " I plead.

The depression itself is killing me.

The anxiety resting on my lungs,

Making it hard to move my tongue.

I guess I asked for this though,

Due to the fact, people think they know.

Like the other day got called a w***e.

Wtf man, like if only they'd know.

I'm deadass rn,

Just wanna know,

How long,

Till I can go?

Do like him and leave this place,

At least now I'll be safe.