Forced
The bear weight of the world sits on your shoulders but you're no god
and it hits you like drowning, collapsing your lungs and you pull your nails out of their beds
to get up in the morning but sometimes you just want to scream
and jump and laugh like it's your last time here and you look back at your heart
and you stay but in the inkiest of your daymares you feel like a fresh suicide
but even Death doesn't want you.
So you get up in the morning.
And you tell everyone 'I love you'.
Then you head for school.
This poem is about:
Me