Disordered Poem by courtney metcalf

I'll stay in my room
Several weeks will pass
It doesn't ultimately matter how I feel because
Nobody will ask
They're only concerned when I bring down their mood
Even though it's something I can't even notice I do
They tell me to stop
And I'll say I'm sorry
Anxietys going killer as depression strips away the leftover parts of me
As stress swirls in my head
I want to give up everything
I'm just want to stay in bed
I'm sinking down, negative thoughts heavishly anchoring
Who do I talk to
What do I do
How do I handle the pain I go through
Where do I find the reasons
The root of all my unnecessary hurt
Ask me why I'm hidden away crying
Blame it on being an introvert