Teen feels

Staring up at the ceiling .
Still thinking,
Wondering about what could have been,
Pushing everyone away.

My tears pouring out.
Dripping on the pillow,
Wet pillows are what I sleep on daily.
My vision still hazy.
Everybody thinks I'm lazy,
But nobody understands.

Depression knocking at the door,
Insecurities breaking the wall,
Anxiety jumping in,
Death seeping in slowly.

Like every young person going through a hard time I think suicide is the answer
But I lose my life
But life is tough.

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