What can i do?

A Poem by That one kid

I cannot speak to those close for if i may someone shall surely be hurt.

You say you love me, so then tell me, what can i do? You worry about me when there's no point. You say you're always here if i need you; how is it that i can never bring my self to speak? You ask whats wrong. I dont have an answer. Maybe it happens to be that when i speak my words cause anger, they cause hurt, to those i consider close. Maybe it happens to be that i havent eaten in the past 48 hours, the way i view myself makes me feel disgusted with all food. Maybe its the way ive almost relapsed numerous times without another soul giving the care to know. Maybe its because ive finally realized something that was needed a long time ago. How can i speak honestly when no one will truly listen? When no one can listen? The world has fell upon me so early in life yet i keep pushing. But why? Why do i continue to push through? Life is pointless We all die when its time. It seems to be that i may not speak without hurting others so i will simply wont. I shall hold my tongue forever in the name of eternal peace. Misery is manifold.