breathe in the methadone
but i don't want to breathe anymore
and it's because of all the things that come
hand in hand
with highschool
like
drinking and peer pressure
and boys and pictures
and instagram slowly crushing what little
self esteem i had to begin with
and watching the most beautiful girls i know call
themselves ugly because a boy didn't like them
and watch people tread their morals in the dirt
for a bit of attention from the one with blue eyes
there is so much hurt in this world and i don't know
how to unsee it
everyone is in pain
how could i be happy as everything around me dies?
breathe they say
but i don't want to breathe anything anymore
YOU ARE READING
how to stay
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* really just me finding out how to not want to die; but i can call this a collection of poetry that encompasses the struggle of healing, the setbacks and relentlessness of depression and several other mental illnesses. love always.
