how are you
I’m good
I’m fine
how are you
I’m numb
I stare up at the ceiling sometimes
to think about nothing
how are you
if I told you
you wouldn’t believe me
so I say nothing
you made me promise
to tell you
when things felt upside down
but they don’t.
I just feel empty
some days I don't even realize
how badly I’m bleeding
until I wake in a pool of my own
thoughts
sometime’s that’s worse than the blood.
I prefer wounded skin over a wounded mind
these thoughts are more than teenage angst
there is nothing angsty about it
there is nothing teen about it
it’s simply the rotting of my mind
cellular decomposition of my optimism
how are you
my every breath is weighted
most days there’s no escape
but no, I’m fine
but no, I’m not fine
cut me from these ropes that tie me down
loosen the chains around my ankles
give me a moment of peace in this misery
give me a moment of feeling through the numb
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
how are you
I’m good
I’m fine
how are you
I’m numb
I stare up at the ceiling sometimes
to think about nothing
how are you
if I told you
you wouldn’t believe me
so I say nothing
you made me promise
to tell you
when things felt upside down
but they don’t.
I just feel empty
some days I don't even realize
how badly I’m bleeding
until I wake in a pool of my own
thoughts
sometime’s that’s worse than the blood.
I prefer wounded skin over a wounded mind
these thoughts are more than teenage angst
there is nothing angsty about it
there is nothing teen about it
it’s simply the rotting of my mind
cellular decomposition of my optimism
how are you
my every breath is weighted
most days there’s no escape
but no, I’m fine
but no, I’m not fine
cut me from these ropes that tie me down
loosen the chains around my ankles
give me a moment of peace in this misery
give me a moment of feeling through the numb
