Help Me
I smile on the outside, but the inside's not the same. Confusion fills my every thought, and I'm the one to blame.

I know that other people care about the way I feel. They try to make me understand my problems are not real.

What they don't know can't hurt them. These troubles are my own. Life itself's the problem. It chills me to the bone.

Many times I've thought about if anyone whould care if one day they would turn around and fail to find me there.

The world would keep on spinning, and their lives would carry on. My friends would keep on living not noticing I'm gone.

I cannot live my life like this. The pain is getting stronger. If someone does not help me soon I won't be here much longer.

--Daryl Molen

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