Help Me

I don't sleep or step our the house

People think I'm crazy cause I hear voices

I don't eat in the fear of being called fat

My wardrob is nothing but black

I hide razors in my bathroom which help with the pain

My shirts are long sleeved and hide my cuts

I pass out from exhaustion in mid-sentence

Wake up with sarrow and drowning repentence

I live amongst people who cease to care

But this is life who said it had to be fair

I woke up with a smile one day and shared my joy

laughing which surprised

I went to bed with a smile knowing what await

To be found the next day never to awake

This poem is about: 
My community

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