You throw me in,
expecting me to swim,
telling me you'll be there
the whole time.
You promise to protect me.
But, when I start drowning,
all you do is tell me
to do what I can't:
swim.
Instead of helping me live,
you help me die.
And I wish I could
tell you this--
how I feel,
what you make me go through--
but just like the water
muffles my cries for help,
my anxiety and love for you
muffle my thoughts
from you ever hearing them.
YOU ARE READING
i am hurt
Poésie• "Who hurt you?" they ask. "Are you okay?" • If you decide to read through these poems, you'll come to realize how truly broken and hurt I am. This book has some real depressing stuff in it -- except for those rare occasions where some semi-happy p...
