My therapist asked,
if I saw a future.
All I see is black.
I can't imagine a future.
It literally hurts to breathe,
It hurts to be alive.
It hurts me.
It hurts to cry.
I can't see a future.
I can't even see tomorrow.
So to answer her question.
No, I don't set anything anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
