I’m sick of being asked how I am in social situations
or casual conversations.
I’m not going to lightly tell you how I was awake until dawn,
in fact I actually haven’t slept,
or how many pills I stole and have kept.
I’m not going to ‘chat’ about the new cuts that you can’t see,
or how I downed the vodka just so I can breathe.
I’m sick of smiling all day
and also of always saying that I’m okay.
I’m sick of life and I’m sick of crying