Why is it
that when my mind goes adrift
you’re the one thing on my mind
Why is it
that when I cry at night
it is because I want to be with you
Why is it
that life can be so demanding
so that I sometimes just feel like giving up
Why is it
that I have had thoughts about taking my life
to rid myself of all pain, confusion, and misery
Why is it
that this was but a thought
and I never intended to do so anyway
Why is it
that most days I just want to curl myself into a ball
and drop onto my bed and cry
Why is it
that I turn to sleep as a solution to my problems
so I can just forget it all for a little while
Why is it
that though I am deeply in love
I am still not one hundred percent happy
Why is it
that love is not everything
and I still have anger and sadness within me
Why is it
that sometimes I scream
and no one listens, no one turns their head
Am I invisible? Am I selfish for wanting attention?
Is it wrong to be confused? Is it wrong to not know what I want?
Do I have a choice in what my life should be? Do I have a chance at being what I want to be?
Will I ever feel as happy as I am with him? Will I ever stop having these feelings of depression and anxiety?
Is it bad to not want to ask for help, because I think things may get better?
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