Not Tired
In a place of in-genuine interaction
Where I’m expected to smile and say “doing okay”
You don’t ask me how I am,
You ask for gratification:
To feel like a better person
Because you pretend to care.
You asked me if I’m feeling tired.
I answer:
Seems I have no one in my corner,
No one to remind me why I’m even here.
My mom is gone and I can’t handle it,
And my dad doesn’t really talk to me.
I feel completely alone.
Someone I know has taken their life
And I’m not ready to face it,
Because once you lose someone so close to you
Death hits you a lot harder.
And everything I do, and everyone I’m around
Just brings negative energy like a big cloud of smoke
And I can’t breathe.
And I don’t know how to help myself right now.
But all that comes from my mouth is a small smile and
“Yeah, a little bit.”
I’m not tired.
