i pretended to be good for you.
i tried so hard to be the good girl.
to be the happy church girl
that prayed twice a day
and never complained
but we both knew.
i was never a good girl.
that i was falling asleep at mass
that i hid from god in my closet
and that my thoughts betrayed me.
we both knew.
but i still tried.
—i wanted to believe
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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...
