inner problems

don't fuck up now 

but here she goes again 

mind shuts down 

papers shuffle around 

heart is heavy and words are slow

don't fuck up now 

the future hasn't even begun

but here she is hurting everyone

dark room empty pages 

heart pieces scattered on the floor

don't fuck up now 

she writes over and over 

riping herself to bits

don't fuck up now.

This poem is about: 
Me

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