You ask me if I’m okay
And I want to yell at you,
To tell you how I sat up at night
And counted the lights in other buildings,
Just to know I wasn’t the only one alive.
To tell you that sometimes when I see you
I want to punch you in the face
Since we’re starting to look so similar.
To tell you how when my mind wants to hurt me
It uses your voice.
To tell you how you peeled off my skin
And made me dance through flames.
And of course I don’t.
Because I know you did your best.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
You ask me if I’m okay
And I want to yell at you,
To tell you how I sat up at night
And counted the lights in other buildings,
Just to know I wasn’t the only one alive.
To tell you that sometimes when I see you
I want to punch you in the face
Since we’re starting to look so similar.
To tell you how when my mind wants to hurt me
It uses your voice.
To tell you how you peeled off my skin
And made me dance through flames.
And of course I don’t.
Because I know you did your best.
Maybe not my best poem, but I guess I needed to get it off my chest.
