School, the place where life is hell

Why is it Legal?

Most of my depression, anxiety is from the teachers, students, and all this work

The kids at school are tearing me down, pushing past my boundaries so they are nowhere to be found, oh I am lost in my feelings, but then again can’t find them.

Trying to be found but nobody wants to find me. 

Even my best friends still so far away, trying to find someone to help me

Still searching for a way to figure out who I really am.

When I stand in a room full of people I still feel alone.

When my friends walk out that door I cry.

Don’t even feel, Wish I could

Walking down the hall people rushing past me

Wishing I was dead then finding a reason to live