See me.

I am lost.

Where am I?

Who am I?

What happened?

I am insanely depressed. I keep thinking “I may die.”

and I don’t.

Does this mean I am suicidal?

It’s like there’s another part of me.

The addict.

The one who shoves needles into my veins and continues to tell me that everything is fine.

I’m not fine.

This isn’t fine.

Can no one see me?

Help.

I am being taken over by someone I do not know.

I am slipping away.

Help.

I am drowning.

This isn’t me.

This is someone I do not want to be.

Can anyone see me?

Please…..

see me.