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