What if I can't
bear to keep living
right now?
What if I can't
get out
of the house
and be active?
What if I can't
get out
of my own head?
What if I can't
stop pushing
away everyone
who cares
about me?
What if I can't
be hurt by
other people
because I'm so used to
the scars
and bruises
I've given to myself
that it doesn't
even
hurt anymore?
What if I can't
tell people
anything
because everyone
reading this
thinks those were
questions?
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Farren Woodburr
PoetryPretty self-explanatory, it's a book of bad poems mostly by Farren.