I Can't Do it

I can't communicate through a screen. 
I can't do it. 
I can't sit and watch and wait and wonder why you won't answer my texts. 
I can't do it. 
I can't see black bloxes endlessly spanning on and on covering the truth. 
I can't do it. 
I can't numb my mind with videos of people with better lives. 
I can't do it. 
I can't imagine my kiss of a character that they've created. 
I can't do it. 
I can't click and click and click and click until it becomes the soundtrack to my life. 
I can't do it. 
I can't watch the white man lie as they cry and cry and cry. 
I can't do it. 
I can't stare and stare and stare like a portal will magically appear and take me away from the silence.  
I can't do it. 
I can't do it. 
I can't do it anymore. 
I can't do it. 
 

Geri

MD

17 years old

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