i try to be okay,
or seem that way at least
but the ground is flying out
from under me.

i am not in my right mind,
it has become too much
and i have to get out of here.

Though you only mean to protect me
a lot of the time you do just the opposite.

i'm worried about You
please be okay
i can't lose You too
don't put Yourself down
it's not Your fault
know that You can talk to me
know that i am reaching out
please talk to me
please
please

i am drowning and silently screaming for help.

i am weeping as you ask how i am.

i am in the midst of a dark time.

i am in deep and can't pull myself up.

i am an accident waiting to happen.

i am a bomb threatening to go off.

But Yeah, Of Course I'm Fine

A year ago my life changed,
terminal illnesses did the deed.

The deed that was simply a
mystery in front of millions
that had no idea how to go
about solving it.

Cancer.

And now it is done with and
a year has passed,
but with the passing of time
came the passing of grief
as We Have Been Cured.

My vision has been contorted.
All colors no longer blend
but rather stand out and by
themselves. All lives and
positions seem different from
the angles they are presented in .