Another day. another round of bullets pound through me. I can nearly hear it, the click, the sigh, the bang. I tell you I'm fine and that's cause I am. Sometimes. Barely.
I nod and smile along to the chant, saying it, engraved into my brain
"I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine."
The bees hum in my head.
I weep but it will bring me no satisfaction.
I leave time and time again to cry and cry and cry but I come back every time. I promised I would.
I swore to you.
That I'll always be here, and I will.
As long as there are problems to solve I will push myself off.
I hope you can see that.
YOU ARE READING
Vent
AcakSo I can get some stuff out on paper I guess... read it if you need to just like I do to remember that it's not so bad
