Me? ? Poem by jennie o'brien

I feel alright.
I feel OK.
I want to get out
To have my say.

I'm sick of tonight.
I'm sick of today.
My head is unsure.

Later on,
How will I be?
Good or bad?
Theres no way to see.

Am I like this
Forever and ever,
Or will i eventually get better?

Better or worse
Impossible to tell.
Manic or depressed
Or just plain hell?

Will there be pain?
Will there be blood?
Did it sting? Did I cut?

The lights are bright,
My eyes are sore.
Pain goes on,
More and more.

When will it end.
Let it be soon.
I'm trapped in my head.

It hurts me lots.
I hurt me too.
Which is worse?
Thats up to you.