No matter how hard I try
Their expectations are still in the sky.
I work all day and study all night.
But yet, my efforts still cause a fight.
Behind closed doors,
My body is aching; I can’t take anymore.
Why can’t life be like it was before.
When I used to love life and smiling
But now me and suicide are reconciling.
I miss the girl I used to be,
God, I just want to be free.
I feel helpless and alone
Drained, and tired the bone.
I’ve lost count of how many times they’ve lied
Even the grim reaper has cried.
I am so sick and tired of all their shit.
My smile and laugh are now counterfeit.
But in the end, it’s hard to realise
And no matter how much I abide,
I will never be enough.
Fuck, isn’t it rough?
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Author:
Brokensoul1425 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is like all my others, they represent what I was feeling, thinking in some of the darkest times of my life. This one is about the never ending expectations and pressure that parents/ guardians put on children to be perfect
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Growing up is a tough time where one's body, mind, friends and in many cases even family are changing. This poem speaks of perceived demands that seem overwhelming and thoughts of suicide and depression. It is a tough world that many find hard to accept. A raw and lovely write
Thank you so so much for comment! This is my first time actually publishing my work. And you comment has made me feel so happy that I actually followed through with it/
You are welcome. Most brave of you bot the write and post. Loved it and am looking forward to hearing more of your writes
Parents should come with a health warning.
Always remind them you pick their old folks home.
They really should
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