I really shouldn't
but sometimes I let myself forget
what I am and who I am
and who everyone else is
because it is easier
because then I can wake up
and not want to cry
because then I can breathe
and not gasp for air
but my forgetfulness tricks me
it tricks me into thinking
that I am someone else
that I have friends
until I am reminded
of what I am and who I am
and who they are
and that these friends
hate every fundamental part of me
that I am
most certainly
alone
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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...
