Pressure to be Perfect

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

I can't really explain this poem, I can relate.


I fell alseep last night
holding myself
I fell asleep last night
holding my life,
in my hands

I fell asleep that night
a dreamless sleep
I fell asleep that night
knowing that I could not keep
my dreams, alive

I woke up that morning
with doubts in my head
I woke up that morning
with no one but dread

I walk toward my door
holding my breath
with every step I took
I walked out my door

Hold my eyes, dry
Lay on my side
day after day
Finding hope,
Setting her free

I one day pray,
You'll find more than
hanging five inches above,
the floor

Submitted: September 23, 2012

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oh wow! In the someone hanged?? Wow- that's sad :/ But this is great, good job!

Sun, September 23rd, 2012 2:05am

wasi abbas

a fine writing.

Sun, September 23rd, 2012 2:16am

Dream Seeker

Not sure I understand the ending. The rest of the poem was nice.

Sun, September 23rd, 2012 4:31am


I loved it, especially how you didn't just come right out and say they hung themselves. great job(:

Sun, October 7th, 2012 4:55am

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