FicWad

When you asked how I was,
I said I was fine.
When you asked what I'm doing,
I said not much.
When you asked where I had been,
I said I was I'll.
The truth is not so nice.
I have not been fine.
I have done nothing but cry.
And I was I'll,
But in honest truth,
I was depressed.

I feel alone,
Unwanted,
Unloved.
I need someone,
And I know who.
But I'm scared.
Rejection would destroy me,
But so would never telling.
Sometimes I think I need help.

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