I Should Be Fine

A quiet argument within me

The house is quiet, very quiet.
It's almost as if no one lives here,
or if they do, they never speak.

I'm fine.

Right?

I mean, I should be fine in time.
The pieces of me that I've lost will return,
The aching in my heart will subside.
Right?

It always does,
it's not like I'm completely broken.
Sometimes, you lose people.
And then?

The house is quiet, so quiet.
It's around the time that no one responds anymore.
Or if they do respond, they reply with
Why are you up so late?
Why aren't you asleep?

How come? How come you aren't as happy as you used to be?
What happened to you, to us?
Then the occasional urge to throw everything.
Break
Everything

What happened to you, to us, to them?
How come you feel like crying, but you can't?
Why aren't there reasons that you can name for this?
Why the F**K can't I understand?

And I wait, and I watch, but I do not type..

No, I never type.

But.. why?
       

Reviews

[Meraki]

I'm in love with your writing. Is that a bad thing to say? I mean it's not exactly happy, no it's real. It's real it's intense, and everything you said it all makes sense. I can connect with it. The way you penned through out.. it's perfect.