It's a black hole
every—time
I try too hard.
But when I don't try,
I get pushed too far.
“They” tell me I'm ok,
but am I really O/K?
How do “they”know
what I am feeling?
I have secrets
but no one needs
to carry the weight
of this.
Should I just stop?
Would quitting help me?
Would “they” notice my lying?
Would they hear my crying?
Should I turn
into the old me?
Would quitting help me?
I was so happy before...
Would returning heal me?
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
It's a black hole
every—time
I try too hard.
But when I don't try,
I get pushed too far.
“They” tell me I'm ok,
but am I really O/K?
How do “they”know
what I am feeling?
I have secrets
but no one needs
to carry the weight
of this.
Should I just stop?
Would quitting help me?
Would “they” notice my lying?
Would they hear my crying?
Should I turn
into the old me?
Would quitting help me?
I was so happy before...
Would returning heal me?
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