strategies for coping with perfectionism
just another term for crazy
for my brittle bones to hold
i surrender
it’s what you gotta do
numb.
not a tear left to shed.
no emotions. no feelings. no hope.
you could die, and i don’t think id be effected.
not because i don’t love you
because i cant love anything.
i dont love myself.
i cant breathe anymore.
just numb.
no racing thoughts.
mind still.
medicate me.
make me feel.
ill sit in a leather chair and talk to a prescription pad.
somethings gotta give.
someone reach in.
help me get out.
im such a sad sad girl.
Dear whoever is listening
im never going to live up to your expectations.
im never going to be perfect
the truth is
i have no motivation
YOU’RE my motivation.
I dont care about much of anything.
Im selfishly sick.
And i hope to GOD this will get better.
They say the grass is always greener on the other side
but ive been up on the fence
and im still not convinced that i want to come down and join the world.
