I’m doing great...

"How are you doing" is something I'm asked everyday

But no matter how I feel my answer stays the same

"I'm fine, I'm good, I'm A okay!"

Exept that isn't what goes on in my brain

"You're worthless" It screams in the dead of night

"You're weak" It sneers when I try to fight

"You disgust me" It says out of spite.

"You don't deserve it" It calls when I reach for the light

Maybe you don't care what goes on in my brain

Maybe you're wondering if my body's the same

If i'm still at the top of my game

Or if I'm starting to go a little lame

Well my body is dying, that's just a fact

I'm getting light headed, it's turning black

My head is pounding, but i'm to scared to ask

For the little bit of help that might get me on track

So I'll sit here in silence with a smile on my face

I'll sit here real quite, feeling like a disgrace

I'll sit here with patience and try to erase

This stupid, little, waste of space...