I wish I didn't feel so alone
Like I cannot talk to anyone about anything of substance
It's all "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing great how are you"
"I'm doing great how are you"
All fucking over and over
If only pleasantries were illegal
If only you had to immediately get down to the nitty gritty
Get to what keeps you up at night
What are your biggest triumphs
And failures
Tell me, I want to know
I
Really
Do
- r.b.
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
PoetryHey guys it's Raven, please vote/comment if you enjoy these poems? I wanna know if I'm trash at this or not. Thanks lovelies, stay strong af
