She looks at the building.
says she's thinking about jumping.
she says she tired of life.
well she must be tired of something.
"this is what I'm sick of!" She shouts.
"Sick of what?" He asks.
"NEVER BEING GOOD ENOUGH.
NEVER BEING PRETTY ENOUGH.
NEVER BEING SMART ENOUGH.
JUST NEVER BEING ENOUGH."
So this is what it feels like." she looked up at the sky.
"letting everything go."
1 comment:
please tell me you did not write this. please tell me you don't feel this. please tell me you are not suicidal!
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