Because you have to be;
What problems do you have anyway?
You're doing just fine, you know
No one wants to hear you complain.
You're doing just fine;
You're rotting more every day.
You're doing just fine,
No one cares what you have to say.
You're doing just fine;
There are people who have it worse.
You're doing just fine,
As long as you're outside of a hearse.
You're doing just fine;
You're brain is clawing it's way to your heart.
You're doing just fine,
As long as no one sees it rip you apart.
You're doing just fine;
You're not in pain, you've no problems.
You're doing just fine,
You're terrifyingly, apathetically numb.
You're doing just fine;
You'll last another day, another year.
You're doing just fine,
Just the same as every one else here.
If you read this, V, know I did consider sending this to you before I posted it for your opinion. I came to the conclusion though that, when I don't post poems immediately, I second-guess them, edit them, and end up never posting them. Best regards,
Chaus V.