I tell myself it’s okay
But I know it’s not
I tell myself it’s fine
But I know it’s not
I keep lying to myself
Making promises I can’t keep myself
Making wishes that can never come true
I keep fooling myself
Embarrassing myself
I always feel that I’m not enough
I keep breathing
But it feels like I’m suffocating
I keep running
But I keep going nowhere
I keep speaking
But no words come out
I keep crying
When I know it only helps me
But never my problems
I keep having thoughts of death
Maybe the world would be easier without me
Maybe leaving is the best idea