(I wrote this a while ago. At the time things felt worse, not that everything is better now.)
Feeling broken down.
Don't know why.
Failed.
Don't know why.
Crying is the only option.
Sleep helps.
Early class.
Late nights.
No fun things during the week.
Working late.
Only 6 hours of sleep.
Horrible.
Don't know what to do.
Given up trying.
Still doing stuff, but the minimum.
Curling up in a ball.
Crying.
Boring.
Feeling out of place.
Detached.
Repeating myself.
Nothing interesting to say.
Sorry
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The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!
