This is not depression
This is acceptance
I cry because I realise now that this is the life set out for me
A string of failure and underachievement
But I need to be grateful
People have it worse, right?
This is not anxiety
This is failure
I've let myself be pushed over once again
They can see me coming a mile off and yet I keep going back
Like an abuser calling an excited puppy I sprint to their arms
I run excitedly towards what I expect to be love
Maybe this is it?
This is not self loathing
This is honesty
Can you blame them for getting fed up of me and casting me aside?
What a burden I am, freaking out over nothing
I'm an idiot for thinking I had a shot
Why should my friends pick me up when I'm the one who threw myself at your feet?
I am not suicidal
I am saving you
About the Creator
Em D
New poet looking for feedback :)
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