It's almost to the bottom.
I'm failing a bunch of tests.
Tests that are easy.
I understand everything.
But it's the concentration...
I don't know.
This wasn't supposed to happen to me.
I'm supposed to be happy.
I'm supposed to have straight A's.
I'm supposed to be respected.
Because of intellegence.
But everybody just questions my grades.
I want help.
Ms. Price asked me what happened...
And that she didn't understand.
I wanted to yell out the reason.
"I'm suffering from depression!"
"I can't sleep!"
But I just shook my head and walked away.
And it still goes on.
74 on an on level math test.
53 on a history test.
And I understood everything on the test.
I don't even know what happened.
*bangs head on wall*
You may say nothing is wrong if you see me.
But I have to say, it's just an act.
Or rather a time where I'm not pressured.
Or stressed, or weighed down.
And I'm myself.
Those are the times I am me.
The reasons...
My overprotective parents.
The pressure of education.
The insomniatic ways.
Everything horrible and empty.
I'm not asking you to help.
I'm just asking you not to leave me.
Please...don't make me suffer anymore.
I'm already a broken child.
-Maggie-
I'm failing a bunch of tests.
Tests that are easy.
I understand everything.
But it's the concentration...
I don't know.
This wasn't supposed to happen to me.
I'm supposed to be happy.
I'm supposed to have straight A's.
I'm supposed to be respected.
Because of intellegence.
But everybody just questions my grades.
I want help.
Ms. Price asked me what happened...
And that she didn't understand.
I wanted to yell out the reason.
"I'm suffering from depression!"
"I can't sleep!"
But I just shook my head and walked away.
And it still goes on.
74 on an on level math test.
53 on a history test.
And I understood everything on the test.
I don't even know what happened.
*bangs head on wall*
You may say nothing is wrong if you see me.
But I have to say, it's just an act.
Or rather a time where I'm not pressured.
Or stressed, or weighed down.
And I'm myself.
Those are the times I am me.
The reasons...
My overprotective parents.
The pressure of education.
The insomniatic ways.
Everything horrible and empty.
I'm not asking you to help.
I'm just asking you not to leave me.
Please...don't make me suffer anymore.
I'm already a broken child.
-Maggie-