My chest is so heavy
I am always filled with this weight in my heart and in my mind
I'm always thinking about something, there is always something to figure out
I have to fix his problems and mine too
It all comes down to me
Every time
I feel like I could puke because of all this pressure
If something doesn't work it's my fault
If something isn't perfect it's my fault
If I do something perfect time and time again, no one cares
But I guess I never do anything perfectly
- 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
