I’m fine.
Except the fact that every time i breath it feels like i’m underwater, struggling to get a breath.
And when I open my eyes, the only thing I can see are tears.
And when I speak you can hear the knot in my throat,
you can hear my desire to not go on anymore.
And when I take a step,
I fall,
cause I have no strength to walk, cause I have no desire to move on.
I’m fine.
Just like everyone expects me to be.
Fine.
No Problems,
No worries,
No suicidal thoughts,
just fine.
So yeah,
I’m fine.