What If? Poem by Skye Williams

What if,
What if the only thing left I can do is cry,
asking myself why,
why do I need to excist?
When every day I'm hurting more,
what if living is too much,
and it's better when I'm dead.

What if these things above aren't questions anymore..
Cause that's how I feel every day,
I want to scream,
I want to cry,
that I can't do this anymore,
that it's all too much,
that I'm closer to giving up than everyone thinks I am,
because if I'm honest,
nothing really keeps me here.