Alive.
Breathing.
Can I be
Described as more than just
Existing?
Friends are
Great,
Helping when
I need them most.
Joking.
Kidding.
Laughing
My sorrows away.
No, not away.
Only
Pushing them down.
Questioning their validity.
Revealing them to myself and those closest to me.
Sleeping is hard.
Terrified by my own ineptitude.
Understanding that I
Very
Well may have wasted my youth just
‘Xisting.
Yearning for better things.
Z’s won’t be trailing over my head for some time.