"How are you?"
When I keep saying the
same thing,
Will you see then?
Like a record on repeat, you come to realise that it's
broken,
Only then
will you see the script
in my head?
A 2-year-old set of
lines
that simply read
"I'm fine."
For a moment in time can only be held for so long before it roots itself into the past,
Your time doesn't care if
I'm wasting mine,
It continues to walk onward,
While my time is stuck in that moment- you asked me
If I
Was fine.
I'm not...
But from this moment on, I'll just
Underline,
and Jeopardize,
the fact that I,
can't handle Lies,
and stress the Rise,
of my Demise,
I Agonise--
but Advertise,
that I'm Alright,
'cause I can't seem to
Neutralize,
the Fantasize,
of Suicide,
I Apologize-
For wasting time,
And--
Line?
Oh right,
"I'm fine."
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Blind Poets
PoesiaPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
