How can you tell me
That it's okay
When all I ever do
Is hurt people?
When I hate myself
More than I hate anything else?
When I'm dying
But too afraid to call for help?
How can you tell me
That
Is okay?
My world is collapsing
But apparently
It's okay?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
شِعرMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
