I wipe the tears from my face as I stumble on through the desert
Somehow staying on my feet.
Sandstorms and thorns whipping and pricking.
Not an inch of me left unscathed.
The problems keep poking
And the people keep prodding
And asking again and again.
Just stop.
I'm not gonna talk to you
About life or my troubles or anything else.
I want to talk to you but
Will you leave me? Shun me? Say you don't care?
I know you won't. I know I'm just scared.
YOU ARE READING
live out loud
Poetrya collection of the thoughts that i have that are hard to share 2019 update: basically a book that i update whenever i feel like a worthless human being
