(A/N This is a songfic called Unwell by Matchbox Twenty look up and listen to the song)

All day staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall

ts no bother getting out of bed. There's no reason to. I gave up all hope that my bestfriend Johnny Gat could be alive. Its been five years. I'm not longer the fifthteen year old girl that i was. Your probably thinking what is he doing hanging out with a fifthteen year old. He saved my life. Wrong place, wrong time.

All night hearing voices telling me that i should get some sleep because tommorow might be good for something

Thats what i try to convince myself. That the pain of losing him will hurt less but it doesn't. It justs gets worse because i feel alone. He took me in when i had no where to go. I had nothing or noone but myself and thats why i have now.

Hold on, feeling like im heading for a, a breakdown and i don't know why

I can't take it anymore. I've tried holding on. But i can''t. He told me me if something happened to carry on. I can't at first i was dealing with his death just fine, but something came over me. I loved him like there was no tommorow.

But i'm not crazy, im just a little unwell i know, right now you can't tell but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me

People stare at me like a freak because when they talk to me i ignore them. I don't know what to say. I think i'm a social outcast or something. People don't stay around long enough to get to know me. They usually leave after calling me crazy. I'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell.

I'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired i know right now you don't care but soon enough your gonna think of me and how i used to be

I'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired. Nobody cares around the town of Stillwater. As long as they get their money, girls, or beer they don't care about anyone but themselves. I'm gonna get help. When i get better your gonna think of me and how i used to be. I got a drug problem. I keep trying to commit suicide. But nothing works.

Talking to myself in public, dodgeing glances on the train and i know i know they've all be talking bout me

I talk to myself because i got so used to it being me and Johnny that i talk to myself to feel the void. I can feel it. I can feel the eyes on me as i take my seat.

I can here them whisper, and it makes me feel there must be something wrong with me

The people of stillwater don't really care if you hear them gossip behind your back. Thats entertainment for them. I feel so messed up in different ways. Its a terrible feeling.

Out of all the hours thinking somehow i've lost my mind

The train ride was hours. I had time to think about what i've been i am crazy. Maybe i have lost my mind.

I'm not crazy im just a little unwell i know right now you can't tell but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me

All i ask is for you to get to know me and then you'll see why i do all these things you look as weird. You don't know what i've been through. I'm not crazy or a physco, i'm just a little unwell.

I'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired i know, right now you don't care but soon enough your gonna think of me and how i used to be

I'm seriously gonna get help. If Johnny's not gonna be here, i'm going to do something that'll make him proud. Then your gonna think of me and how i used to be.

I've been talking in my sleep, heaven will come and get me heavens taking me away

I haven't got a good nights sleep in a long time. I have faith that god will come and take me under his wing and show me the right way in dealing with his death.

(A/N The song belongs to Matchbox Twenty i don't own it its Called unwell go listen to it, if your going through depression like i am go and get help)