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unachievable dreams

didn't wake up with the intention of being bad

I don't know why there's a pit in my stomach when no one is dead

run around my house and verbally beat up my dad

the screams sound bloodshed


he says, "there's so much you wanna do" 

and i obvert my eyes

wait around for a mental break-through

and make unachievable plans doing the highs


i wanna be a savior

and get that pretty girl

but i cant maintain good behavior

and my brain is forever whirled


i want to help those who are ill or hurt

and make myself look tough

i just think it'll help me convert

even though im not well enough


i can't be a good person

even though i try and try

it only makes me worsen

and makes me cry and cry


sadteenagegirlteenagerrelationship with parentsdepressionanxietypoetry

◄ chronic pain

i miss being your daughter ►


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