Anastasia Denise Johnson
Presure On A Wednesday - Poem by Anastasia Denise Johnson
it's wednesday again, fight the feeling.
But there's no sense, there's just no meaning.
He makes me vomit, makes me sick.
But if he asks, I'll be there quick.
Find an escape, just let me out.
Please hold me while I dwell in doubt.
say you love me, but it's a lie.
I can see it in your eyes.
But does that stop me? Oh hell no.
Let me get so far from low.
Feel the shame that screams inside me.
I let them down, no one beside me.
I'll just bleed, and feel real blue.
Presure won, It's nothing new...
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