why do you want to know how I feel all the time it's not like you actually want to know you just ask because you know that something might be wrong and your mind is bringing you to the conclusion to ask but I don't want to answer the only thing I can do when being asked that is lie oh I'm fine mom she believes me she believes that I'm not lying because she doesn't want to know she just wants to ask every time I get asked a question I freeze and I forget to breathe it's not like I want to be anxious it's just how my mind and body respond to that sarcastic sound lingering after a sentence which we call a question and everything leads back to a question a question you don't want to here or reply to because there is nothing you can say without getting sick and nauseous and if you do find an answer it's probably that same lie a lie everyone tells at some point in their life but when you say your fine your not fine your scared and your sick and you just want to lie in bed alone you want to enter a world where the only thing you have to worry about is waking up and in that world you can forget about the what if's and focus on yourself but as soon as you wake you loose this sense of comfort and start thinking again you think and you think and you can't stop even when you believe your having a good day night comes and you lie in bed all of these old memories you thought you got rid of come fluttering back but these thoughts are like hair you try to cut it off but it always comes back they always come back...but I'm fine.
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I'm Fine
PoesíaIt's some of my poetry. It isn't anything special, but I think a lot of people can relate to what I have to say. What I have to say as a person, not a friend.
