How?
Such a simple question
But with every question
There follows curiosity, repercussions,
Answers, or possibly pain.
For me, it only hurts.I constantly ask myself how.
How could anyone love me?
How could anyone find me attractive?
How can I possibly come to terms with myself?
How can I be brave?
How is it possible to survive today?
How can I conquer my anxiety?
How?It's an awfully fickle word
How.
It's caused me so much pain
And it's sad to say
That I don't think it'll ever leave my brain.
Not for one second
Will I ever be rid of my doubt
And that is truly a curse.
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