Something Different

Do you know what it's like to feel pain? It's more than a bee sting, more than a scraped knee. Do you know what it's like to be left all alone, to just not wanna feel? Suddenly this new thought sparks of you running so far away to a vast never ending nowhere. Your tears, a new cycle. Your appearance, your effort starts to come off as careless. Your face hangs low, your posture is dumb. Your mouth frowns down and your eyes see nothing but lies everywhere.
Do you know what it's like to not be able to tell anyone anything? All the words start to eat ya up. You don't want to be a bother, you don't want people to start thinking you're doing this for attention. But rationally you are. You want help. You crave help. You need the slightest bit or piece of someone actually caring. But it's not your fault, or the worlds fault, or societys fault. You over think too much, you crazy daydreamer you. And the thought of you not existing seems fun, huh? And do you know what it's like to hurt? You're at your weakest point, gaining strength. Every second counts. You wanna harm yourself, you don't. But you've gotta stop being so darn selfish. Cause in reality all these overwhelming hard to comprehend difficult things that poke at you don't matter. You aren't at the verge of dying. You just wanna be saved.