𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)

I'm ok

I feel like the threads are slowly slipping away,

Piece by piece, mistake by mistake.

Each stepping stone is a delusional hoax.

Each breath filled with the presence of nothingness.

Have you ever felt so numb that it hurts?

My heart feels under the weather,

Like it is bleeding, a rapid , yet slow burn.

Can I even have a heart ? It's so unjust.

I don't love myself nor I do hate me.

But am I really indifferent or is it just a strategy?

So I just sit up, shake my head;

Smile my best and say, 'I'm ok.'