I just want everything to stop. I want it all the stop. I want school to stop. I want work to stop. I want the stress and the anxiety and the breathing to stop. But it won't nothing with stop and I'm gonna be in this constant loop on good good good for a few months and then one day it all catches up to me and then I cry and cry and cry until I fall asleep and then I feel it for days on end I don't know what to do anything. I don't know what to do. I don't deserve this. I'm a good person and I don't understand why this is the life that's chosen me.
YOU ARE READING
i am not real , but you were
Poetrya collection of thoughts i refused to let slip away with the wind