Sewer

A poem by me:
Current mood:  blank

Pressure:
I am a girl who is pressured,
pressured by her parents,
by her siblings,
by her friends,
she tries to be happy,
to not let anyone know,
to show no emotion,
because she was taught that it was weakness,
sometimes she breaks down,
she hurts someone close to her,
so she stops talking to them,
because it is better than hurting them again,
she keeps to herself,
as to not hurt people again,
she can't sleep, because she thinks about the pressure she is under,
she thinks about the hopes and dreams that will not be fulfilled,
of expectations she will not meet,
of all the people she will let down,
she wishes she could end it,
rip the red and blue strands that tie her to life,
she hates to be alone,
with no one to love,
but she hates to be in love and be with someone,
because she feels she'll never be good enough,
that she'll hurt them,
but she doesn't try to end it,
because it could hurt people,
because if she has to be tortured just so that she could make people happy,
she'll do it,
she still wants someone to love,
she is bullied,
but she suffers through it,
hoping that one day it will go away,
she is told that she is nothing,
she believes it,
she doesn't want to listen,
to the voices in her head that tell her she is worthless,
she tries to shut them up,
but they get louder, and louder,
the pressure creates cracks,
in her image,
in her mind,
she wants it to stop,
that one day someone will notice,
to have it stop torturing her,
but it swallows her up,
she starts to block people out,
to close up,
she sinks into the depths of depression,
no one helps her,
they all just watch her drown,
not caring until it's too late.