She went to school happy
and ran through the halls
with books in her arms
and a smile on her face
Everyone thought she had it all
But she went home sad
and ran to her bedroom
She had cuts on her wrists
and tears in her eyes
Everyone thought she had it all
But everyone was wrong.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
