The truth of how we and I are - Response Poem To "how am I?" by Emmy Marucci

no one answers the question

“how are you?”

because most of us either don’t know or feel like we're drowning

in a sea of endless tears

there are some of us, lucky ones,

lucky enough to know, to enjoy, to smile and to laugh

but I, I am not the lucky ones

I, am the one they forget about

I, am the one who hides in the bathroom stall desperately trying,

and failing to gulp in gaps of air and cross two of my slender, long-

nailed fingers that nobody can hear the tears that form a puddle and flood the bathroom.

hope that I don’t drag anyone down and suffocate myself as he did to me.

so how am I?

i’m gone. that’s how I am.