During The Pandemic (Poetry)

six >>> Will You Pull Me Out?

I tell you "I'm fine",
funny how you believe me.
But if you took one glance up inside my mind
you would find yourself breaking too.

And I'm telling no one
giving no signs as this fire builds and rises.
Rising from the ashes, smoke blinding,
but what am I to do when the only one I can tell is the piece of paper I write upon?
It's the only thing that seems to pull me out of my cell.

You tell me you'd be there for me
when I'm hurting.
But darling I have my binoculars
and there's no sign of you
as I'm getting beat down, bloody and bruised, feeling everything burning up inside.

What am I to do while I feel myself
holding hands with my anxiety?
So much shaking and heart racing
and the weight of the world weighing me down.
What am I to do while I feel myself
holding hands with my depression?
Tears soaking the paper, fires blazing,
thoughts swarming ready to take the long fall down off of this cliff.

But I tell you I'm fine
Hoping you'll just take it and run
even though I hope one day
you'll stick around to put out my flames
and help me out...