Im fine.
Im okay.
That's what i say through the tears that are obviously streaming down my face.
And i try,
I promise i try so hard to make them stop.
But for some reason most of the time im just not strong enough.
I feel like the most useless waste of air,
All i do is drown in my sorrow,
more like wish i could drown.
Or evaporate.
When someone used to ask me what my dream superpower was i would say the ability to read minds.
But now if someone asked me that i would simply say,
the ability to evaporate.
To not feel anything for any amount of time at all.
YOU ARE READING
words in the fog
Poetrypoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
