Just because I’m living,
Doesn’t mean I’m alive.
Just because I’m breathing,
Doesn’t mean I haven’t
Already died.
My lungs may breath,
But it’s a breath sharp,
Warm yet cold.
It’s forcing down the daggers
Fighting in my gut.
My mouth may smile
But it’s a smile protecting the truth.
It deceives, hides
And paints a picture
Of the happiness
I wish I had.
My eyes may twinkle
But it’s just the internal fire
Because, my friend
It’s roaring
from the inside out.
I will assure you,
I feel no pain, my friend
Because you see,
I’ve already died.