dear moon,
and i'll warn
you once again —
don't ask me
' how are
you doing '
because then
i would have
to say ' i'm
just fine '
while tears
spill from
my eyes
don't question
' what's wrong '
because i then
i would have to
say ' nothing
everything is great '
while a pretty
smile is forced
upon my face
don't tell me
' life gets better '
because then i
would have to
say ' hopefully '
while i'm screaming
on the inside
don't comfort
me with ' stay
strong '
because then i would
have to say ' i'll try '
while i'm dying
inside
i'm
reaching
the limit — of
how many times
i can lie (to you
and everyone one else)
