When they ask ‘How are you?’
I tell them I’m fine
Because I am
Except the few hours of crying and overthinking,
Feeling like a piece of useless crap,
Unworthy of love and happiness,
I’m fine.
I can’t tell them the truth though,
Because no one cares
And no one has the time to listen.
So I just spare them of listening to my sad story
A story that occurs every once in a while.
Here’s another lie,
I never say I’m fine
Because there is no ‘they’
There’s no one really, just me
And that’s fine with me
I’d be ‘fine’ anyways
I have to be.
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(thank you! for choosing, to share
than
repress, stifle and needlessly: bare
please do seek help
if you need it, don't wait
till it's too late, my friend)
'it's ok, to not: be Ok...!'
all that life asks, of us
(Any, and All of Us!)
is that we simply, try
and Fight
to find, 'A' way
to escape, those
self-pitying: self-destructive
mindset traps
and cycles, in life
that force us, to think
we Have
to Live: this way...!
(as best said, by the great
by Dylan Thomas:
''there
on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now
with your, fierce tears,
I pray.
Do not go gentle
into that good night.
Rage, rage: against the dying
of the light.'')
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-30915 )
Tough one, everybody needs hope and a few words of encouragement just for our sanity.
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