Lies
I’m not addicted
I swear it
I’m passing all my classes with flying colors
I swear it
I’m fine
I haven’t had a bad day in like 2 months
I’ll be fine
I swear
I’ll get out of bed today
Trust me
I’ll eat more than one meal today
Trust me
I’ll move from this spot
Where I lay and I rot
Trust me
Just give me five minutes and I’ll be okay again
Trust…
I think I’ll be okay
I promise I won’t sit here and spiral down the endless rabbit hole that my brain creates for me whenever it pleases
Just give me a bit
I don’t need help
I’ll pull myself out
I swear
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Call me this summer, dude.
I’m glad you’re here writing and sharing. Poetry allows us to cut through our own bs—and there is beauty in each of your pieces.
There’s a quote I read that I canNOT find now, or who said it, but it goes something like: A poet writes himself into a labyrinth in order to find his way out of it. That stuck with me.
the one-word title gives the lie to the long list of excuses. clear and powerful