I'm sick of being myself
I hate when people ask
"Do you need help?"
When they do, the anger builds up
I want to scream
"You don't really care. You don't give a fck."
They always tell me I can talk to them
But I'm too dmn shy
And it's hard to let people in
So many have hurt me before
Will I ever again
Be able to open up that door?
i was at like the lowest part of my life here. it wasn't the lowest though cause i have poems that are way darker than this. it was a tough year. written October 12, 2018
