Is the character a YouTuber/Streamer?: no.
Is there triggering topics?: yes.
TW'S: being the therapy friend, ¿¿toxic friendship??, depression, suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia.

My problems to you aren't real.
We talk about yours over a meal.
You talk about him.
And all the things that he did are grim.

You tell me about your dad.
And how he's always mad.
You talk about your mom.
And how she's like a ticking bomb.

You say how James hurts you.
And ask if I have a clue.
A clue about why.
About why he makes you cry.

You tell me about how sick of it you are.
And how you wish on a star.
But what about me?
You never ask me to spill the tea.

I never get to talk about my pain.
And how I sit in the rain.
How I cry.
And hope that I die.

How I hate my body.
How I'm not in the right body.
How I hate every inch.
And I don't eat my lunch.

I don't eat.
I let myself starve.
I don't sleep.
"I don't need it, just stay awake".

I hurt.
Burry me in dirt.
I cry.
I can't try.

"Are you Even Listening?" Zahlen asks.
"Oh.. yes, sorry." I say.
"Ugh, you look pitiful." She points out
"I am aware, Zahlen, go ahead and continue talking." I ignore her 'compliment'
"Good."

I wish I was dead.
I lay my head.
And close my eyes.
I can't hope for help from my cries.

I smile.
And it goes for a mile.
I laugh.
Only half.

And I wish.
That this pain.
Will leave.
And I wish..

-B.I.L.

This is probably one of my favorite poems I made so far, I personally think that talking to someone can actually help you with your problems.
But I often think that the person taking all of it in should often say "no, sorry" to the "client" as I used to say, I was the therapist friend. And this poem is something that I am very proud of, and very connected to. This is my most favorite of all the ones I made of my poems!
I may post something in my other poetry book, I'm not certain about that though.

<3