Some days I'll ask if you're okay and not expect an answer in return
Rhetorical I know
But there are some days where I want to know what's going on in your mind Are you battling the demons that held you down the other night?
Keeping your eyes wide open while you wanted to scream into the nothingness but your body was paralyzed because any thought of death consumed your well-being?
You always seemed to talk about death now that I think about it
Death was like an old friend of yours
he popped in and out of your life and when he popped in you suddenly didn't feel so alone anymore
It's crazy how the thing that we fear most is what can give us comfort in a world so cruel
So when the people on the streets stare at me because of my blue hair or my crazy make up I want to scream to them and tell them what's going on why I look like this and dress like this but yet I keep my mouth closed as if it were sewn shut by the God who created my well-being
Well-being that's funny what I mean is I want to tell them what's going on in my mind but sometimes it's best for us to stay silent.
My mind is like a battlefield and yet every chance I get to leave, I stay
Because this is all I've ever known in a long time. Heh I believe this is all I've ever known now that I think about it.
I want to leave this show but it always gives me a better reason to stay.
I guess what I'm trying to say is when I ask you if your okay, I don't wanna hear "I'm fine" because nobody is ever fine.
And when you ask me if I'm okay I want you to know that my mind is like a really messed up comedy show. My life flickers like an ongoing-staying-up-all-night exit sign.
Sometimes I want to leave the show but it always gives me a better reason to stay before I reach the door.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from inside the depths of my head
PoetryPoems and thoughts I think and can't seem to tell anyone without judgement or even belief. These come from the depths of my mind and I apologize if they make you cry.
