How are you?
Me? Oh, im fine. The man I thought loved didn't speak to me for 2 months and when he finally did he says he found someone new, someone who isn't a waste. But I'm fine.
My mother is in pain constantly because of an accident 4 years ago and my family suffers from it still. But I'm fine.
My friends can't know everything that happens or they will leave.. or worse.. they will tell. But I'm fine.
My body looks terrible no matter what I do and I lose respect for myself every day. But I'm fine.
I cry in a corner of my room where no one hears me most nights because i don't have arms to cry in. But I'm fine.
The fake smiles are finally getting to me and I've reached my breaking point. But I'm fine.
Maybe if I say it enough I will believe it. Or maybe the lie will come out when I take my last breath, but until then, How am I you ask? Well I am fine.
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Metrical Composition From A Broken Soul
PoetryPoetry is the way of letting a soul unleash the potential it had or still has but was never able to accomplish in reality. Robert Frost simply stated it as 'A poem starts as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness'. S...
