lately i have noticed that no matter
what i gain or lose
that constant, burning feeling of being
one more worry away
from my complete mental demolition
permanently trapped
on the edge of an implosive insanity
haunts me mercilessly
this devilish dense acidic anticipation
bears an awful weight
that i habitually beg to just crush me
simply because i am so tired
of holding this burden
and i am so sick of
seventeen
04.07.21
cheers to my 200th hello poetry post!
this year has been jam-packed, testing my strength and limits by breaking me over and over. i'm too young to be this numb and have such sore shoulders