all you do is push me
two-handed-shoving me through my life
it's always a
do better do better do better
and never a
good job on getting here
cant you see that I'm cracking under the pressure?
cant you see that the dam is breaking?
here I am
fraying at the edges
fracturing like dropped porcelain
and you still keep pushing
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
