Helpless

And confused

Searching

For the truth

But I don't think

I'll ever find it

Help just harms

I'm not in control

My life is

Not my own

So many friends

Want what is best

For me

But what if

Death is best?

What if life is 

Just not for me

What if I am just

Permanently broken

Now?

And forever

But they won't

Let me

They are happy to destroy

My independence

In the name of

My "safety"

So what is "safe"

About making me

Penniless

What is "safe"

About locking me away

When I've proved

I'm "safest" at home?

What is the point

Of making me breathe

While destroying half

The reasons I might

Want to breathe?

What is the point

Of trying

Anymore,

Ever,

At all?