aren’t we all
what exactly
would you like to hear ?
or should I say,
how much honesty
can truly convey
the answer
I rarely sleep
barely eat
take meds
&
self cognitive
methods to cope
but never think of the rope anymore
my feet are planted,
head and heart safe
and I’m still dancing
at the end of the day
Yes, I’m alright
a damn mess
but sincerly
alright xo
Thank You Kindly for asking
Buried
Alright.
If you twist and twine enough, will you grow—wings?
Or will you stay planted in the ground
Six feet,
Underground.
“You’re going to be alright,”
they say
Is it as savage as it feels?
If I wry and wreathe enough, will I find the words?
Or will I stay silent in the ground
Six feet,
Under ground,
Alright
Alright.
All right?
“Time Will Tell- You Can’t Tell Time”
Tomorrow- is nothing but a myth.
A lie, via time-
I know yesterday, I know today!
Yet, when the clock strikes
midnight- tomorrow ‘never’ comes.
In reality, it's just a ‘new’ today- and the 'old' today; turns into yesterday...
Therefore, tomorrow; is indeed the ‘unknown’ the ‘unreal.’
What will it bring?
I don’t know?
The ‘new today’ (disguises itself, as tomorrow) it could bring joy tragedy, bliss or grief.
Time, does not care how you feel or what your plans were!
Not sure.
Never sure.
If things will be “okay?”
I just try to be, prepared...
Benz
2:22:20
Who’s alright?
“Please just tell me you’re alright,” you whisper, and so I do.
“I’m alright,” I tell you, “I promise.” Even though I’m not. Even though I don’t.
But you’ve never been able to tell my truth from my lies, my pinky promises from my empty ones, my mouth smiles from the ones that reach my eyes. You see what you like to see, you live in a world of your own making, where you are the axis around which every living being revolves, and you are scared to acknowledge that this life you’ve created is a cracked eggshell. I don’t know if you’d even believe me if I told you that I’m not alright. I don’t know how much that would break you.
So when you request a reassurance, I give it to you. It’s not unlike a business transaction: you pick up the phone and dial for a platter of sushi, and I bring it up to you like a dutiful bellhop. You take the sushi without looking at my face or thanking me with my name, and I go back downstairs for my next delivery. You want me to say that I’m alright?
I’ll do it.
I’ll do it, because I know that you are even less alright than I am.
For those who misunderstand me!
I can't tell you I'm alright!
Because you don't want to know that!
You are proud of yourself
What do you want from me? What?
I can't tell you I'm fine!
You do not care
Your soul is nine!
you don't understand me anyway
I can't tell you I'm fine
Because you don't love me!
Why should I love you too
I forget you, goodbye!
i -
i'll try to be better
tomorrow, c
for you
(if that's what you'd like to hear)
i'll try to be better
and if that means i don't tell you if i'm hurt
i'll do it
i just don't want to hurt you
(and i'll do just about anything)
and i know you told me
that it would hurt if i were gone
and if i didn't tell you about the hurt
i might be gone
and that's really scary
because i don't know which will
hurt you worse
but, goodness, i don't want to make you leave
should i not tell you? and leave?
it would hurt you so, as you say
should i tell you? and make you walk on tacks everytime you speak?
it would hurt you; but it would hurt me worse
if you decided to leave, that is
what would i do?
i think i'd have the hardest time
trying to stay
i'm not sure what i should do
but i'll start by telling you these things
and hope for the best
but expect the worst
i don't know if i'm all right,
but i think i'll try
if it makes her happy
i'll do my best to stay
