My personality is full of shit
Made up of tests and pills
I am four fifths suicidal
Riddled by my fears and set backs
I go through life just trying to silence the bigger part of me
And as I try and keep my sanity
Those around me can't stop tearing me down until I'm nothing
As I try to be strong and not give in
These around me keep finding reasons to made me weak
I don't want to die
I still have so much to live for
I still have so much to do
But if the pain doesn't stop soon
I don't know what I will do
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrypoems I guess you could call them. about pretty much whatever is going through my head at the time of writing.
