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If you ask me
"How are you?"
You'll get one of two answers

Either,
"I'm fine",
Or "Same as always"

Well "always" *****
And I'm not fine

So don't bother asking me
"How are you?

Because 'always' is not okay
And I'm not fine
This is really bad but...

If you've ever asked me how I am, here's your answer
 Jun 2015 brian bernales
Isabelly
Darling, I don't have the enthusiasm to
play hide and seek or peekaboo
I'm having a hard time seeing things through
Now tell me,
*Where were you when I needed you?
 Jun 2015 brian bernales
Isabelly
Wishing I could feel the way I felt before
Before negativity had my positivity absorbed
Absorbed all the glitter in my eyes
Eyes that realized what's real from lies
Lies that made me withhold my trust
Trust that cannot be earned no matter what
What now? I'm left to myself again
Again, I want to leave you hanging
I'm hanging on the moment here
Here I am starting things the way I ended it
It started out like this
This is where I leave you
You and I, once again, strangers
It feels strange every time I think of it
But it ends here. No more ifs, buts, or ands.
And in the end... I'm still wishing.
Maybe if I'm strong enough
I'll break away
From this world

Maybe if I'm thin enough
I'll slip through the cracks
And be free

Maybe if I cut enough
I'll bleed the bad out
And be happy for once

Maybe if I try enough
It will actually be okay
Not fake like now

Maybe if I cry enough
I'll make an ocean of tears
And swim away

*Maybe
Maybe....
Gone are the days, on a holiday
I used to just eat and sleep, now
I have developed an appetite
for new destinations
to read and meet,
the fascination for the sea
as the sheer thought of
unknown adventure
and mysteries of the deep
nowadays engulfs me.
Climbing up a hill, to look
down at the edge, bending
over a steep cliff, nature
out of a geography book.
At night, the hide and seek
of moon and the clouds
the rich silver light making me strong
at times when I feel so weak.

When strangers became new
friends, as a person I grew
like on the old grass
a fresh drop of dew.

At the end, I believe
a day will surely come
when I can fathom all this
and can share my wisdom
How do you even fight
A battle that's in yourself?
To answer: It's impossible
I know
I'm giving up
Don't try to ask me why
   just think of it as my final goodbye

It means you are no longer needed
    you did your part
    and I think you did great
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