You'll know...
Ask me how I am doing
And I'll say
Sometimes I wish the ground
will swallow you whole
For coming up with
a question that stupid
Some days I'll want to show you
my unmade bed
And ask if those are signs
of a person who is doing okay
But today I'll just smile
And say
I'm okay, just a little tired
How are you?
Let me take your burdens too
Sleep evades me at night
and someday I fall short
of my own problems to solve
I've already established
world peace in my head
I've figured the mystery
behind cryptocurrency
But I'm yet to silence
the storm in my head
You can say I look great
But you don't understand
my exhaustion
If mental illnesses were externally visible
You wouldn't have to ask
How I'm doing
You'd know.
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