Perfection is something
That doesn't exist
But yet we all want it
We starve ourselves
Harm ourselves
In hope that one day we will be called
"Perfect"
But angel,
Perfection is something that doesn't exist.
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Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
