Under Pressure

November 15, 2008
By XxAdamxX GOLD, Kingdom City, Missouri
XxAdamxX GOLD, Kingdom City, Missouri
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In a coffin
I’m still (barely) breathing.
Under pressure
By your dreaming.
Dying softly
From the beatings.
Hearing (your) voices
“(I) made wrong choices…”
Tiny pills resolve
Those (suicide) notions,
Heavy liquors are my
Potions.
Crying softly every night,
Too scared to face
The morning’s light.
Too face (your) ever constant fights.
All of those emotional blows
Told me once (You suck) Told me twice (you suck).
I’m no good,
Just burn me alive.
Like firewood.

The author's comments:
In case you did not understand the meaning of this poem, it was, perfectionism and depression.
It is from the point of view of a depressed person who is taken insults and being pressured by a perfectionist

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on Sep. 17 2011 at 7:01 pm
caleb.arledge BRONZE, Camden, South Carolina
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