There's a pressure
This weight in my chest
I want to break down my walls
I'm just not sure I know how
Slowly, the pressure starts to crack
The walls fall down
I'm letting you in
Please don't give up on me
I know I'm a mess
I know I'm not the best
I'm completely falling apart
Just tell me it's alright
I don't do well with pressure
Maybe I'll crack under the weight
Like a piece of fragile China
I'll split to fragment glass
It's always been bad
But never this terrible
Sleeping it off didn't help
Things only got worse
For it was just the beginning
I wish I could change
Just a few more things
To make it seem better
And make my night worth living
Without the pressure it takes to be me
Weighing down on my chest
YOU ARE READING
Paper Life
RandomThis is my shitty poetry book to help sort through the thoughts and feelings coursing through me. Some of it probably isn't real poetry but just words. NOTE: There will not be regular updates.
