i need to stop caring
who cares how well i do
who cares if i fail a test
who cares if im doing okay
all of them come second to being alive
and moving forward, onward and ahead
to be "not okay" doesn't exist to me
i have to get through
i have to do it
for what it's worth
im doing bad now
but it doesn't matter
who cares
im fine.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
