I feel alone. 

Even though I live with my family and I have my friends on my contact list I feel alone.

I feel empty. 

I hear the words people say and it hurts but at the same time they make me feel more empty.

I'm not ok.

They all ask me that same question but I know they don't want the real answer so I simply say I'm fine but in reality, I'm not ok.

I'm sorry.

Even though nobody tells me I know I'm a burden and I'm sorry you have to deal with me.

It hurts.

My chest is burning and I can't breath and I can feel the tears in my eyes someone please tell my why it hurts.

I'm insecure. 

I look at my body and I compare it to society's idea of beautiful and I'm disappointed that I don't meet the exception.

I'm sad.

I am utterly and deeply sad and I can't make the pain go away.

I'm a disappointment.

I know my mom wants me to be a perfect Christian child but I can't help that I like both men and women and I can see her eyes swirling with judgement and disappointment.

I'm not enough.

I try I really do but everyone keeps reminding me that no matter what I do, I will never be enough.

I'm sick.

I can feel it inside me the urge to end it all so the pain can finally end but then I imagine my young sibling finding me not breathing and I could never do that.

I'm surviving.

I am not living I am merely breathing and moving with nothing to keep me from drowning but I am surviving.

I am finished.

I am finished with this life and maybe I will still be alive in another but I am finished.