I'm hurting and I don't know how to ask for help
My anxiety is through the freaking roof
My depression keeps screwing with me
It's not like they can do anything to help
Not without concerning someone
Over the inability to prevent flashbacks
I can't even spare time to talk about getting help
Sometimes I'm fighting
And sometimes it's killing me
Help from friends, help from survivors, help for me
I don't know what to do, I can barely function
Over run by all of these suffocating feelings
I'm scared and I don't know what to do
Getting sick from over-stress-eating
Do I pretend I'm fine or keep on sleeping?
There's nowhere for me to go, so I'll just be waiting
Ignoring reality until someone gets back to me
Going to try to lose myself in books and stories...