Sometimes I feel like the world is on my shoulders
Do you know what it's like to feel like your chest is getting crushed
Like one of those junkyard car crushing machines
But in the center of your body is where it starts
You feel like you're just crumbling and it's inevitable
And then you're nothing
Nothing of value, just like before
That's the reason you were there in the first place
- r.b.
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The Poems Of A Young Suicidal Girl
PoesíaHey 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
