How are you?
"I'm fine", I always reply.
This conversation we hold on a daily basis.
No harm... no harm...
You care.
And that's cool.
Thanks.

Still, how be it that I cringe up in my bed at night
With a pillow stuffed up in my mouth so I don't wake others up sobbing?
Why do I feel there's nothing to live for?
Huh?

Will you listen if I tell you
how I truly feel if I were to?
Would you pat my teary eyes dry?
Will you give me your shoulders to rest on?
Would you?
Without being bothered?
If not, I'm fine.
Thanks again.