“How are you doing?”
Please don’t speak my name too loud
Your acknowledgement far out of reach
Counting seconds like pulling teeth
Silent sobs wrack this body
That old ache chasing away apathy
But is it really better?
Is it better now?
Are you better?
Are you better now?
Will you excuse me,
I need to go pick up the pieces again
Of course the day after I promise to post everyday my family practically blows up. Trying to hold it together. I didn’t get the chance to take a breather let alone write, but here’s an old, silly poem I wrote awhile ago because I don’t want to give up. I’m worried, and honestly scared, but I will not let that control me. We will be okay.
Trying to sway my hands in a way that somehow seems melodic.
You watch me enchanted as I utter condolences to that iguana who died last week.
I know he thinks I’m fancy but really I’m ok.
Because that iguana didn’t care if his tail was on fire, he barely felt a thing.
So why do you expect me to keep on singing when I’m just like that stupid iguana.
Spinning in circles amazed at the flames burning me alive.
I wanted to add that I thought I was pretty edgy back then, but honestly I can’t say I wouldn’t write something similar today and also think it was extremely edgy, so. What can you doooo.