People ask me how I am, and I say fine. I know they aren't asking me for my state of mind, they're asking me so they can sleep tonight.
If I say fine, they won't have to worry about my misery and I. Or about how I'm in this physical and emotional war, there is no alliance when my body is the ground that they are fighting for.
So, don't ask my how I am, because each time you do I'm torn more and more.
The lines that divide truth and lie are blurred, disregarded, and discarded, I am not even sure of their purpose anymore.
I'm starting to believe my own lie, making me so unsure. I fight my part in this war, but I am one who is outnumbered by so many emotional barriers, I am the physical carrier that holds the weight of the world.
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The Trees Talk
PoetryThe trees talk, they know what goes through your mind. The trees, they scream. +previously Perfection and Deception+
