How Will I Know Poem by Rayven Forrest

How will I know what I truly mean?
When after every little thing
Bruises and tears create the scene.
How will I know if what I continue to fight for is worth the pain?
While curled up in a tight corner shivering
With nothing to cover my whole body only at my frozen feet.
How will I know if my heart is secure?
Always having to put up a wall to keep it from the blur
But is it already one hundred percent pure?
How will I know if hurt is my conclusion to this thing we call love?
No more baby calling, tears, or hugs
I just want to know if you are my root or are you just a shrub.