Fine

My highs and lows, they change with the tides

my hearts on a coater I'm just here for the ride

I'll drop from 1000 to 1 and can't muster the might

I'm exhausted, I'm spent, and the cost is too high

my chest is heavy and my throat closes tight

and I've begun to assume that my sorrow's implied

even when I try to hide all the daggers jabbing me from inside

I bet you're tired of asking if today I'm alright

and I break every time you look at me with those eyes

and you tell me again that I've been on your mind

cause Jesus Christ, all I want is to get out of mine

and to be honest, I'll tell you you;re wasting your time

cause I lose a bit of myself with every tear that I cry

and no one should be carrying a corpse at this time in their life

no matter how many times that corpse utters "i'm fine".

Author's Note

Ignore the complete absence of punctuation.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct thoughts. I do believe we must solve our own problems. Added help just add weight and burden. I liked the closing live. Truthful and meaningful. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote