It's a simple question.
One I'm sure we've all asked.
Maybe not out loud, or even consciously
but it's still there.
A deafening scream, and a chilling silence.
The emptiness of an unanswered question.
How could I possibly love somebody else,
if I can't love myself.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
It's a simple question.
One I'm sure we've all asked.
Maybe not out loud, or even consciously
but it's still there.
A deafening scream, and a chilling silence.
The emptiness of an unanswered question.
How could I possibly love somebody else,
if I can't love myself.
