You say you are sad.
You say you are dead inside.
You say you cannot breathe.
You say you are a screw up.
You say you need help.

I come, knocking on your door, in the cold weather with no jacket on.
In the middle of the night because I know you're awake.
You open the door but you don't say a thing and slam it in my face.
I text you & you read it, but don't reply.

You shut out the people who care, who are trying to help.