I am tired of being told
that I am a disappointment
like I didn't hear you first time.
Yes mother,
I understand I'm a fuck up.
Can you please just let me go back
to wanting to die
in peace
YOU ARE READING
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...
