14.07 on 3.1

How can it hurt this bad? I just feel empty... It's not anyone's fault, it's just my own... again...
I wrote a poem on Moodle...

Tears make kiddy scribble lines down my face...
I try to erase them with a tissue held to my cheek,
but you know that erasers never work on anything other than pencils...
I try to hold it in...
my lip shivers and quakes like the beginning of an earthquake
I sniff so that my nose doesn't run
I lick my lips so that they won't notice my eyes welling up
so they won't notice the hole in my chest that was ripped a little farther
don't notice
leave me in the conrer
don't let anyone see this slip up,
this tear-streaked face...
the walls crack a little more and I collapse into my hands
I cry for all that happened, all that ever will happen
I sob into my mother's chest...
I feel so lost...
someone find me....
before I'm gone