Tuesday, Friday, difference all the same,
this debilitating feeling is sure to have
my future maimed.
I could pretend to care, pretend to be
free,
But how could I do that when I hate
myself with every breath that comes out
of me?
Ping heard and dreaded, as another
notification came,
Write another essay they ordered, messed
with my head,
how could they expect this of me? when
my inner demons were already so hard
to tame.
dejected and tired, I just slumped on my
bed.
'lazy' , 'worthless' , 'useless waste ofspace',
can't she see that all I ever needed to
heal was her embrace?
that somewhere beyond my jaded
exterior,
a little girl screaming for help, forever
trapped in a mirror.
that her manner was misguided, only
caused my inept mind more terror.
I wish to never be found,
But I fear being forgotten.
To hone my strength, to never give up
My sense of being downtrodden.
Too exhausted to even take a breath,
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rhymes of the wicked
Puisi· this terrene, so aphotic. my voice unduly too thin. will it even reach the perpetrators or will it be buried within? i, revel in my convoluted, never particularly welcomed but occasional darkness here, as i take path d...