we like to hear

"How are you doing?"

"Oh, everything's great!"

thats what we like to hear

we like to hear

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

we like to see it too, on a phone screen

we like to hear

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

but sometimes we dont like to say it

we like to hear

"Are you having trouble?"

"I can help you with that."

but we arent willing to ask for help

we

like

to

see

everything

around

us

going

fine

(butwedontalwaysseeeverythingaroundusgoingfine)

we

look

around

and

see

smiling

faces

and

happy

people

(butinrealitytheyareallbroken)

(butinrealityweareallbroken)

we

like

to

think

that

everything

is

going

absolutely

perfectly

(butreallytheyrejustscaredofaskingforhelp)

(butreallywerejustscaredofaskingforhelp)

(butreallyimjustscaredofaskingforhelp)

this

is

my

call

for

help

(sopleasehelpme)

we like to draw

the pictures in our

minds that no one

has ever seen before

we like to draw

what might be even

though we secretly

know that it will

never truly be real

and we wish it

we like to draw

what we want to

be even more than

we already are today

we like

to write

something

that is

different to

us

and to

all that

are

around us

we like

to

use what

we like

to

think no

one else

has

used and

yet can

we

claim our

writing as

our

own?

what

do we

like to read

do we like

to read

poetry

with

a specific

form or do

we really only

like to

read

poetry

with a

form that maybe

no one has

ever used

before?

I was your puppet

You were my puppeteer

and now I realize

how You have hurt me

I was your puppet

You used me in ways

that cut deep into my soul

so much I cannot think of how You hurt me then

I hope

now that I am gone

that it hurts You

but nothing hurts You does it

I was your puppet

You were my puppeteer

but as You moved on

to my friend

I hope as You look at her

You are reminded of me but

I will confront You once again

I will say to You

I was your puppet

You were my puppeteer

She will never be your puppet

You will never be her puppeteer

for You hurt me in ways that pain me to think about

for I will never heal from these cuts You created in my soul

but if I cant heal I will try one more thing

and I will stop You from doing it again

with the last breath I breath

I will promise You

You can not do it again

You will not do it again

sitting here

unsure of what to say

unsure of what to do

unsure of what to write

sitting here

unsure of why i live

unsure of why i stand

unsure of why i move

sitting here

unsure of who i am

unsure of who you are

unsure of who i should be

sitting here

unsure of how ive gotten this far

unsure of how i still manage to love

unsure of how i do this

sitting here

unsure of when it all happened

unsure of when i changed like this

unsure of when i lost myself

sitting here

unsure of where i used to be

unsure of where i am now

unsure of where i can even go from wherever the hell this is

sitting here

unsure of myself

in general

unsure of others

in general

but mostly just

sitting here