I am fragile.
I cannot support myself.
I cannot get through a week without breaking down and crying at least once without a handful of pills.
I cannot walk through the hall without fearing my existence.
I cannot make a mistake without a chorus of internal regret and insults.
I cannot do a simple task without succumbing to exhaustion.
Not even my body can support itself.
I cannot sit or stand unsupported without sprouting many aches and pains throughout my body.
I frequently get headaches and fall ill for little to no reason.
I'm beginning to think I was not meant to live.
I am too fragile. No part of me is self sufficient.
I must constantly rely on piles of pills and other people for support.
I am a burden and a pain. I am not meant to exist in this life.
Let me die so I can be free of the life I was never meant to have.
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PoetryA collection of random stuff composed of poems, collections of thought, and other miscellaneous stuff. Do not expect anything too extravagant because I write most of these on a whim and hardly ever revise them. My apologies. If something stands out...
