Requins

Just Fine.

painting the perfect picture in my head

whilst she's blabbing about in the woods

with my dog.White knuckles grip the wheel and the longer I remain silent the sharper her tone will be.

Fixated on an older boy with troubles of large significance and they just don't get how hard it is to utter a single word.

When I'm feeling fine, my content happiness just isn't enough and I've got to open my mouth and destroy the quiet for god sake since when was silence this loud?

she's telling me where to walk and what to eat and where to read and what to wear on my goddamn feet when I sulk around this shit hole of a house.

because "good" isn't the answer they're looking for but I'm trying my best and it's taking all I have just to wake up and it's taking all I've got to not grab the sharpest knife in the drawer and end it.

and sure, I'm suffering at times but if I'm honest... I'd rather remain this way then follow through with this bullshit and once again wish myself dead.

just don't poke me and prod me and I'll be just fine.