#howareyou
“Hey, how are you?!”
“I’m good. And you?!”
“Glad to hear, I’m good too.”
You have no idea what I’m going through.
“Hey, let’s catch a movie.”
“No thanks, I’m busy.”
“Come on now, don’t be an ***
I said I'm busy, I have to cry myself to sleep.
“What do you do? How much do you earn?”
“Just enough to live my life long.”
“I bet you’re rich, you're well-sewn.”
Right, that’s why I feel like killing myself all day long.
“If not a movie, then let’s play a game.”
“I can’t, I don’t know how to aim.”
“Don’t lie, I’ve seen you play.”
With my life, yeah, and it ain't going so well.
"Now give up, just tell us what you've got.
What’s hiding behind that oH-sO-sEkRaTiVe mask?”
You wouldn't want to know, I'd tell you that.
But I know that's not an answer you'd want, so I'll tell you what.
The lies to keep you all away from me.
The lies that say I’m just a normal kid.
Yes, the happy mask I wear is a lie,
But you wouldn't care, for that's not what you want.
You want to see a happy guy you can be envious of,
A self-sufficient man you can spite about behind his back.
So that's what I'll be.
"What mask?" I'll ask.
"There's no secret, I'm just a working lad,
Earning my bread to feed my otherwise occupied life…"
of self-worthlessness.
“It was nice to meet you, see you around.”
“Same here, see you too.”
‘The guy’s no fun, hope to never see him again.’
I bet that’s what’s going in your head.
I’ll save you the trouble, the feeling’s mutual.
But I don’t mind nor do I care.
I’ve already understood the humour of this world.
So let me get back to my comfort, my four walls serenity,
And write poems about how badly I want to **** myself.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC
How are you? Hm?
How do you feel today?
Oh you know, the usual...
Im just fine, im okay...
That's the answer to the question
No need for truth or honestly
No one really cares for it
It's a question of politeness and modesty
And besides why to even speak the truth
What am i ment to say?
Oh it's nothing really, im just dying inside
And my emotions are completely astray
Everything is falling apart
And im always the one to blame
But i mean, when you're house is on fire
You feel like the whole world is aflame
Im so stressed out
The world expects too much from me
I can't do it all im not a god
But i can't say I can't and flee
I can't disappoint everyone
Just because I'm incompetent
You can cry over it home alone
For now just nod and act confidant
And so i get home
And i look at all I've put on my back
And i look at the ceiling
Thinking I'm doomed to crack
And i am, im not wrong
I lay down and i cry
But i **** it up and do my tasks
I'll get a break when i die
So now I've done my tasks
I did what im ment to do
I am here, im still standing
Im standing next to you
And you ask me the question
How am i? Right?
The thuth is im rotting
But the answer is alright...
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC
Hello future friend how are you?
I'm sorry our plans to meet up fell through
but I hope you've been taking care of yourself.
How is your family, how are your friends?
I know... asking these questions won't make amends
for my absence in your life recently.
And so I want to dedicate this poem to you
you who makes me reminisce
you whose company brought me bliss
you whose laugh, whose smile I dearly miss
you, my dear friend, who I shamefully dismissed.
I want you to know that you're stronger than you think
and even if you're down, depressed, and your heart would sink
you've made it this far in life and I am so proud of you.
Proud of your small daily victories- yes I noticed how you pull through
all the dark times, all the blurry lines, all the tough and rough
you are beautiful. You are loved. You are enough.
I know it may not seem like I care since it's been a while...
but for what it's worth, I hope I could make you smile
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
you asked me how I was doing
honestly
i’m not even close to being fine
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
Honestly, I don't know
Some dead and numb, and some left to sew
Cold sweats in this chaotic energy flow
I don't believe I've ever been in a place so low
Does the moon depress when the sun shines its light
When the tides collide like they're all ready to fight
In a darkened world coated by our human blight
There's no fixed star or light to guide me through this hellish night
When did reality start to feel like it became a game
Losing loved ones, like money, as if they both were the same
If bad luck gave attention, guess I'd be drowning in fame
Lacking grip to my sweating, can't tell if I'm really sane
I'm not well, i'm so lost, losing to this circle of hell,
A pattern stuck onto me, maybe i'm stuck to a spell
A world of hurt doesn't shock me, it's where I usually dwell
I wish I could provide better, but i'm broken, can't you tell
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
I bow down to my goddess,
A mere mortal woman.
Who saves me from hell,
Then drags me back through.
She's broken,
She's damaged,
A wonderous mechanic,
Who can put my back together
With her own two hands.
She wraps me in her arms,
And plunges us down.
I've never been so happy
To be so mentally unsound.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
"How are you?" The most colloquial question to ever be asked but at the same time the question most have no taste for the answer.
J.M
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
I want people to ask me, "How are you?"
So I can tell them I'm not okay,
I'm doing everything to be okay,
That I can be okay.
But instead, I'm the one who asks them
"How are you?"
Just maybe they can ask me back.
"How are you?"
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
They asked "how are you?"
I said "I'm Fine"
they walked away with no worry
I thought again,
"How could you be so blind?"
-Kaya
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
How are you ?
" I suggest not to ask that question "
" Why "
Do you want me to lie
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
On a day to day basis people ask me how I am
I have come to realize that this is a habitual response rather than a genuine inquiry
On most days, I say 'ya know, I'm alive," and I don't bother to ask this question in return.
On my better days, I'll say "I'm good, how are you?"
And I'll watch as their mouth mimics the same lies in response.
I've started to wonder if anyone else can feel the emptiness in our words
Aren't they supposed to mean, something?
During my senior year I was voted most talkative, my yearbook reminds me of how much I've grown
I used to take pride in that social chatter, being able to talk anyone's ear off, or being seen as bubbly and bright just because I knew how to waste time with the filler words.
Now, I tend to keep my mouth shut. I've learned that not everything needs words.
Why it's socially acceptable to ask mere acquaintances how they are, subconsciously reminding them of all the things going wrong in their lives, when we fully know that no one wants to hear the truth. In fact, they look down upon the truth. Don't you dare say the words depression, anxiety, ptsd, mental illness or anything else for that matter. If you can't muster up the "I'm good," it seems, the only other acceptable response is "I'm tired," because, "I'm tired" has become the go to blanket term for every other emotion.
But you know what I'm tired of? People, who don't even care, asking me how I am, because now I can't even stop lying to myself.
The other day my friend asked me if I was okay. In my most convincing voice, I said "I am - always, okay"
They looked at me and mumbled "not okay"
I didn't need their words. I believe that all words are empty until someone fills them up with the presence of their soul. I may not have as many friends as I used to, but the friends that I do have speak with sincerity. When they say something, they draw from life experiences and offer these pieces of themselves, something I do not take for granted.
I collect the pieces and keep them as treasure.
Words are so valuable, as long as you don't leave them empty.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
What is a question,
That elicits a thousand answers?
That is more complex than,
The story of the universe?
More confusing than,
The mystery of religion?
Yet a question that,
Is asked all the time?
The question is:
"How are you?"
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC