Broken

My friends leave me.

My family tries to hard.

I know what is wrong,

but nothing will stop.

I know who can help,

but I fear to ask.

Nobody understands,

not even I.

Everyone thinks they can help.

Everyone thinks they know.

Everyone is the reason,

nobody can fix what they broke.

But they will keep using and breaking.

They don't realize what they're doing,

but I can feel it tearing.

I can feel it,

the judging.

I know where it's coming from.

The people,

the words,

all the heartache.

What should I do?

I'm officially gone,

poems and pictures left.

The nightmares are real,

and I'm who I feared.

I'm alone, invisible,

and scared to continue.

Everyone is worried,

but they just started now.

I don't feel happy,

just not sad.

I don't cry when needed,

only when alone.