If I stop moving
Then surely I will die
If I stop producing
Then surely they will kill me
If I stop talking
Then surely I will fail
If I stop acting
Then surely they will hate me
I can hate myself
At every turn it's effortless and easy
I can love myself too
But only for what I can do for others
Not for who I am
I am not sure how to function
If I am not needed
I am not sure how to live, if I am not sought
And one little piece of information
Has fucked me up so royally
That I can't stop thinking
About how much I want to die
But I can't feel that way
Because you need to be sane
I can't feel anything
Because I have to be perfect
In order to save you
I can't not save you
Because then you wouldn't need me
And if you don't need me
Then surely you won't want me
And if you aren't there to want me, then
What is the good of anything I have ever done?
About the Creator
Paige Graffunder
Paige is a published author and a cannabis industry professional in Seattle. She is also a contributor to several local publications around the city, focused on interpersonal interactions, poetry, and social commentary.
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