sacrifice: a vent
The fact I'm starting to sacrifice my mental health to do things now upsets me.
I can't remember when I began to disconnect from my emotions,
It is like,
One minute something goes south,
All the happiness that is left in me,
Is gripped by the throat and pushed under.
I have so many expectations to excel and I'm drowning.
It feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And my foot is slipping.
Every time I'm pushed to my limit,
I sacrifice my health.
I'm drained quickly.
I become unhappy.
I become a panicked mess.
And I just want someone to take some of those expectations off of my damn shoulders.
I cannot bear this type of sacrifice much longer.
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YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
