They ask how you are… But what the hell are you supposed to tell them?
That you’re exhausted. Worn down and numb by this foggy grey cloud in your head that just won’t go away.
That you’ve lost yourself. You’re looking in the mirror and touching the glass, touching your face, trying to work out if that really is you, staring back.
That if people can be broken, you have shattered every bone by now and dropped every organ so that it smashed like glass.
That you can force your mouth into a smile, but your eyes are blind. They are dull, empty.
Or do you tell them that sadness is all you have right now. And perhaps it will be okay tomorrow, but perhaps it won’t. You’ve been here before, you’ll be here again. This cycle is the life you have become used to. You’re sure you’ll be fine.
You’re just a sad and broken person.
That’s how you are. But you can’t exactly tell people that, can you?
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