In 4th grade there was a poster in my english teachers classroom.
The word can’t with a red circle and red line through it.
Can’t isn’t a word, I’ve heard multiple times.
Back then I believed that.
I believed that I could do anything and everything.
I believed that by time I was 19 I would have a wonderful life,
But here I am at 19,
Crying on my bedroom floor,
Screaming at God to take me home,
On hold with a therapist office,
And suddenly the only word that felt real was “Can’t”.
I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t keep living like this anymore.
I can’t do this.
I can’t keep going.
I can’t.
YOU ARE READING
The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
