fine ~ a poem i laugh, i smile, i giggle, i joke. i’m happy! just great– but i’m d3@d, inside. i wish i could cry i could sob i could d13– but i don’t. i still keep it all inside. so...what is my purpose? what is my life? who knows? who cares? oh whatever, it's...fine. ...well, it's fine. everything's fine. i'm feeling fine. totally, undoubtedly, absolutely– ...i'm not.
Surprisingly, I wrote this poem when I was feeling quite content. This is not about me, or anyone I know. I was just feeling like writing some d3pr3ss1ng poetry. No judgement please, I know it's the worst poem I've ever written, but I thought about it. Yay.
