Poetry of a lost teen

No good

I wish you could understand
Without me having to talk
Without me having to make words
Of the emotional trauma that stops me in my tracks
I wish it were explained
Without me explaining
You know I want to be with you
And I miss you absence
But I am scared they'll come again
It'll be as if you were never back
As if it had stayed the same
And if i can't be sure
I'll be okay
And coping well
I am no good for you
No good for your health
No good to stability
A burden on our sleeves
~H1