ninestars

There are

So many things.

So many things

So many people

Want from me.

Is it too much to ask for a break?

Am I allowed to

Have a few seconds to myself or

Am I just a machine?

Why?

Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

Every time I try, I freeze and can't speak...

Why did you have to go?

Why did you have to leave?

You left without a warning...

I felt like I couldn't breathe...

Sometimes
I wake up
And I just can’t
I can’t get up
I can’t go to school
I can’t go get my meds
Why?
Because sometimes
It’s too much
Accepting this world
Is just too much
And I just can’t
Make myself

For every woman being raped.

For every trans made illegal.

For every Native forced out of their home.

For every black person called “lesser.”

“Lizzyyyy….,” said Marie, twisting her chair around. “I thought I told you to get new shoes,” Marie says. Lizzy looks down at her shoes, caked with dirt and grime, broken from the hours she spent working on her family’s farm.