you still make me restless

they forget that you are just trying to survive and they expect so much too much all of the wrong things from you and it kills you it makes your chest pull it makes you want to give it up and fly up to god I hate it here I hate it here I need to be leaving soon

when you can’t get anything right and everything is heavy and the sun is cold and you don’t know what to do so you walk around in circles like a toddler and hope that something changes but it won’t and it doesn’t so **** me ******* and **** the world too amen

Oh look
The people are caring now
Carrying their guilt
They know better
Too bad
Not sad
For you at all

my hands are covered in paint and glue
my hands are not new
they are old and
i'm tired of hearing about them
what have they done
that i can be proud of
nothing

not thrivin
but survivin
and *****
sometimes that’s all I can really ask for

self care isn't
yoga and
pink baths
it's confrontation
you v you
until there's nothing
left
to argue about