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