poems from a lonely girl

Then...

Then, things took a turn for the worse.

Don't walk with me
Don't sit next to me
Don't lift up my sleeves
Don't touch me
Don't text me
Don't call me
Don't speak to me
Don't look at me

I'm not dead
I'm not alive
I'm not living
I'm just trying to survive

Are you ok?

No. No, i'm not.

I need to tell someone.

I need someone to hug me, to hold me and tell me that everything's going to be alright.

I want someone to say that, in the end, everything's going to turn out fine.

I want to spill out my worries, and everything that has made me like this.

I want to tell someone.

Maybe i should tell you?

But what if you turn away?

What if you think i'm just asking for attention?

Yup, fine thanks.