"...'cause honestly, I'm not that strong. I'm not alright, I'm broken inside, broken inside... I'm not alright x3. That's why I need you." -Sanctus Real, I'm Not Alright.

I sniffle and I tremble
under blankets too warm
and loneliness too heavy.

He doesn't care,
Loneliness. He doesn't
care if I can't carry him
right now. He just piles

on top while Anxiety makes
me panic on the bus and
feel like an idiot when
I try to pick up the phone

and can't. All while Depression
pushes me off the paddle
boat into water I can't stand
in. I begin to drown

even as I lay in my bed,
safe and sound. My lungs
are filled up with fear and
I can not draw breath.

Tears stream down my
face as Depression yells
his disappointment and
Anxiety whispers in her

mousy voice words to make
it worse. Loneliness is a
bystander, but by no means
does that mean he is any

less guilty for shoving me
in the corner by myself
as they take turns stabbing
me to death.

I'm not
alright
under this
smile.