I’M FINE.

don’t mourn for me.
don’t grieve for me.
don’t clasp your hands and pray for me.

i am not the one you wanted me to be.
i am not the one you thought i’d become.

i don’t need your comfort.
i don’t need your concern.
i don’t need your stares.
i don’t need your pity.

i don’t need your help.

i'm suffocating

an instant, an instant
the curtain closes
only a memory

you once promised me until the end of time
you once promised me forever
you once promised me infinity

i'm suffocating

she’s running, but
she’s not exactly sure what she’s running
from.
the wind in her hair keeps her mind
off of
the way her
heart is beating
faster
every
second.
she doesn’t know why
she’s so scared
and that fact,
ironically,
scares her.

maybe dreams are just realities
stuck into the heads of people stuck at work until five
the little whispers of futures and pasts,
the disconnected strands that our mind ties together
in a messy knot,
hoping we can make sense of the
whys and whos and whats and
wonders

fairy tales
are told
in black and
white.

life
is
grey.