.....I'm saying straight up that it's a lie!

a well meaning lie just to get me by
a kill meaning of everything to hide my cry
a mad something to pass the need to deny!

I say I'm ok...because I guess I am...

I am ashamed at just how much I am not ok...this ...this

this makes me even less ok!

so how can I go through the maddening equivalency of more nutso by pretending?

it's time to confess...and put aside all the terrible pressures that the hyperhappy have inflicted on me the jerks...it's not their fault if only they knew and they do at the end when it all happens so quickly the finality and cessation of joy!

...and how twisted grateful I am that I already know what they are going through!..

this inordinate suffering...what the hell?

can I establish a formula to survive incredible?

so what do I mean when I say I am ok?...

most depressed people I meet say the same thing.....they never say "I'm great!"
full...on!

not a chance ..these people like me have seen the dark side and know it's limitless and colours are banished where we spend the day.

.......so

I am here to tell you ...I am ok