I have grown sick of all this heartache
of the pain sitting in my chest
threatening to rip me open from the inside
I don't feel like enough.
I'm tired of pretending that I do.
I'm tired of everyone pretending they care
when they leave me waiting here in the rot.
I'm tired of putting in so much blood
and sweat and tears and pain
when no one has ever done the same.
and yet I am still villainized
I am still the one who is ridiculed
and chastised and punished
because despite everything I do
for everyone else
it is still not enough.
and it never will be.
I will never be enough to care about.
I will only ever be a load off
another shoulder for your burdens
another stupid girl with stupid intentions
to mock and deride when it amuses you.
I am sick of being used
I am sick of being villianized
I am sick of being sick of being sick
Dear god, I'm just done.
YOU ARE READING
wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
