Poems about Health

Last time I wrote poetry I was depressed and 16 The shit life would throw at me Got stuck inside my seams
I am the character in the book that is too important to die Yet not worth mentioning I live in the back of your mind
I use to ask people for help but it seems as if help never comes I can barely tell what is real from what is fiction anymore
I found the affliction deep in my bed; no sleep for angels and no devils dead.
Sitting here, wondering what's next thinking if what I'm doing is best I'm wondring if I stay away
Have you ever had nothing to say Just wanted to fade away And just not be here anymore
Our home has ben burnt into the air like newspaper ashes with bonfire wishes, firework kisses
The world goes spinning round and round Sometimes I don`t even know why we can even touch the ground
Watching people pass on by. Seeing their lives from the outside.
That's chill I feel, coursing through my veins The picture frame I hang leaves me untamed