This a poem I wrote for class so I apologize if it's bad because I can't write poems .
Sometimes I want to get away,
away from all the stress,
the stress of being normal,
but the next time I try to runaway,
I'll get caught.
When I tell people what's wrong they always laugh,
they tell me to get over it,
like its the easiest thing do,
but the next time they ask what's wrong,
I'll stay silent.
When they found me in my room,
swaying from the ceiling,
and blood on my wrists,
but the next time they ask why,
I won't be there.
