I walk on
microscopic pieces
of shattered dreams
I breath in doubt and feel it
consume me
Pain burns a hole
straight through my chest
And I can’t help but think
it would be for the best
And all the while I’m listening
I hear the screams
“You’re not good enough”
They define me.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
I walk on
microscopic pieces
of shattered dreams
I breath in doubt and feel it
consume me
Pain burns a hole
straight through my chest
And I can’t help but think
it would be for the best
And all the while I’m listening
I hear the screams
“You’re not good enough”
They define me.
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