Rachel-Rants

[rachel-rants]

Hypocrite (poem)

I go off and preach about the importance of mental health,

but I personally don’t get help until I contemplate death.

I beat myself up over grades,

but I do nothing to stop myself from showing up late.

I say it will all be okay,

but even I know I will not change my ways.

It’s a curse, not a blessing– being so aware.

Every time I breathe, I feel like I am taking someone else’s air.

- rachelrants

[rachel-rants]

Family (poem)

How can I say I cherish my family when I rip off all the bark from our dying tree?

I say I never want children, but I would do anything to give my hypothetical offspring more than just the rotton fruit that was ever offered to me.

Broken family and broken ties.

As I grew, I learned that old blood was meant to dry.

Intentional agony and intentional lies

They tend to cut deeper when they see you are doing fine.

- rachelrants

(It’s cringe, I know. Don’t come for me)