When I say “i’m okay,”
I don’t actually mean that i’m okay.
See, “okay” means “fine”
And fine means
“I’m falling apart.”
So if you ask me how i am,
I’ll reply “i’m okay”

I’m like a Fall leaf
On a summer day,
Somewhere I don’t belong.
I’m the metronome
That’s one beat off,
So it goes to waste.
I’m the broken crayon
In the bottom of the box,
No one notices it’s missing.
These thoughts come knocking
At the door of my mind.
As they are the only ones to visit,
I let them in.
And listen as they break me
Just
A
Bit
More.

I’ve been given
This materialistic item.
Apparently it’s what people do
To show love and gratitude.
But I don’t want it.
I was told I was loved,
By ones close to me.
But for some reason,
It meant nothing.
I want to be appreciative
For all these blessings I am being given,
But something inside of me
Is telling me to ignore them.
My body,
My mind,
Has become detached from this world,
And is just floating somewhere
In the abyss
Where everything
Means nothing.

Sometimes,
A few words
Can express
What a thousand never could.

What can I say,
I’m just not happy.
I have everything I need.
I don’t want anything,
Because the feeling of lust has left my body.
People who brought me joy
Can’t bring the same happy sensation.
I’m just not happy.
But i’m not sad.
This implies that sad is a feeling.
No,
It is a way of life
And there’s no way to change that.

Water me
With your words of positivity.
Let the wind running through my hair
Relax me and take my worries along.
Let the soil underneath my feet
Guide me home.
Let me live and prosper
In this wondrous world.